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9201040018
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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920125
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Saturday, January 25, 1992
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1B
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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<MEMO>
SUPER XXVI DEBATE
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Copyright (c) 1992, Detroit Free Press
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DON'T GET SKINNED, CURT, BUT JUMP OFF THE WAGON
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Listen, Curt, I've got that rubbing ointment you asked for. I guess your
butt must really hurt, considering how hard you jumped on that bandwagon.
Washington to win the Super Bowl? Stop the presses!  The man goes out on a
limb! Of course, I understand why you want to play the favorites this year.
Should we remind everyone? Curt? Are you turning red? . . . 

  Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the  man who selected New England to beat
Chicago in Super Bowl XX and Denver to beat San Francisco in Super Bowl XXIV
and was off only by a mere 81 points.

  Curt. My friend. My grey-haired, hiccuping  clown.
  Let me call a doctor.
  You are obviously dizzy. The room is spinning. After a series of terrible
Super Bowl predictions, you are trying desperately to salvage your reputation
as one of  the nation's finest football writers, which, quite frankly, would
be in a lot of trouble if any of us believed it in the first place.
  But Curt. You're going about this the wrong way. Don't just follow the
masses and say, "They must be right. Look at all of them." What do the masses
know? I told you that at the bar the other night, remember, when you jumped
into the conga line wearing nothing  but a bed sheet?
  "Curt," I said, "what are you doing? Those people are buffoons!"
  "Boolah! Boolah!" you said.
  By the way, nice legs.
  But OK. Let me spell this out: Everyone picks  Washington because
Washington annihilated the Falcons and Lions in the playoffs, and Buffalo had
to struggle to beat Denver. Everyone picks Washington because the Skins'
offensive line is older than  Mt. Rushmore and supposedly more solid. Everyone
picks Washington because everyone else picks Washington.
  But they're wrong.
  Think about something, Curtis, if you can think this late in the  week.
Buffalo was one kick away from entering this game as defending Super Bowl
champion. The Bills have a beef with this game; they think it owes them. They
also have some guys named Cornelius Bennett,  Darryl Talley and Bruce Smith,
all of whom could knock Mark Rypien out with one mean hit. And if that
happens, what becomes of the Redskins? It's Stan Humphries time! Look out!
Wasn't Stan in the conga  line with you?
  Washington has cruised along too easily. I choose the Bills because the
Skins seem ripe for a fall. And  I've had plenty of practice watching people
take a tumble, having worked alongside you all these Super Bowls.
  So Curt, I hate to break your heart again, but what can I do? You picked
the wrong guys. I feel for you, I do, but I guess there's always next year. In
the meantime, rub  some of this ointment on the place where you think.
  And rub some on your head, too.
  Buffalo 31, Washington 20.
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