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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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930906
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Monday, September 06, 1993
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1B
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Chris  Spielman: New fullback?
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1993, Detroit Free Press
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DEFENDERS EVERYWHERE? JUST LOOK AT SPIELMAN
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Chris Spielman dropped into his stance, set his jaw and snorted. He waited
for the snap. Then he sprang forward -- and threw a block.

  A block?

  For the running Barry Sanders?
  Chris Spielman?  Fullback?
  This was all you needed to know about the stunning event called the season
opener at the Silverdome on Sunday: the Lions' defense was everywhere --
including its own backfield.
  "Aw,  you just get out there and hit somebody," Spielman, normally a
linebacker, said of his brief stint on offense late in the Lions' 30-13
crushing of Atlanta. "I can do that. I can hit anyone they want  me to hit."
  Who's left? They're all dead, aren't they? This was the game that
blue-collar, beer-toasting fans have been waiting for around here since, what,
the dawn of time? Lions on the quarterback.  Lions on the running back. Lions
charging into the opposing backfield as if coming through an open door.
  Six sacks? SIX SACKS?
  The last time the words "six," "sacks" and "Lions" were used in  the same
sentence, that sentence was: "The sad sacks on the Lions were deep-sixed again
. . ."
  "That's probably the most defensive pressure I've encountered since I've
been here," Chris Miller, the  bruised Atlanta quarterback, lamented after the
defeat. "Their pass rush took away almost everything."
  The Lions' pass rush?
  Did I go to the right stadium?
 
Lighter, faster, better
  Well,  the Lions can Pat themselves on the back for this one. As in Pat
Swilling, the new, pass-rushing specialist who carries such a reputation in
the NFL, you can hear the opposing team's teeth chattering  from up in the
stands. With Swilling charging from the outside, the Falcons curled in to
protect themselves and -- boom! They got crushed by Dan Owens and Robert
Porcher. And if they stepped out to avoid  the inside charge of those guys --
boom! They ran into the crunching arms of Swilling and George Jamison.
  You know what they say in football: hit 'em high, hit 'em low. Hit 'em
early, hit 'em often.  Hit 'em where they ain't. No, wait, that's baseball.
  "Watching the defense play today was a thing of beauty," admitted Rodney
Peete, the Lions' quarterback. And he's not supposed to be watching!
  But who can blame him? The Silver Storm -- when a defense is good, you have
to give it a nickname, so I just made this one up -- was arresting. In the
first half, The Blue Blitzkrieg -- like that one  better? -- gave up just 12
yards rushing, had four sacks, forced two fumbles  and intercepted a pass.
  Best of all, when it counted, the Motown Menace -- how's that? --
surrendered only two field  goals, before a meaningless touchdown with six
minutes left in garbage time.
  "That's the best defensive effort I've seen since I've been here," said
coach Wayne Fontes, who has seen his share of  the other kind, believe me.
  New? Improved? Here were several things Sunday that haven't been witnessed
at the Silverdome in some time:
  1) A defensive line of six linebackers, all standing up, ready to charge.
  2) Spielman staying in on all downs.
  3) No Jerry Ball, and his Body By Nestles.
  "If you notice, we're all a lot lighter now," said Owens, who had his best
game ever as a  Lion. "Instead of a 285-pound guy trying to blitz in from
outside, we have a 245-pound guy, and even the guys up front are lighter, so
we're faster."
  This, you may recall, is one way the Dallas Cowboys  built the best defense
in the NFL and won the Super Bowl. Speed over size.
  So the Lions, if nothing else, are hip.
 
New approach from an old hand
  All this from new defensive coordinator Hank  Bullough, who was supposedly
too old to be hip, or even effective. The game had passed him by, they said,
he'd been out of it for several years.
  Obviously, he was busy devising schemes.
  "Hank  has known more football then I forgot," Spielman said, fumbling with
the words. "I mean, he's forgotten more football than I've known. Than I know.
Then he . . . aw, you know the cliche I'm trying to  say."
  I know it, I just haven't had to use it much with the Lions. But the
evidence was convincing. Not once on Sunday did you see that terribly common
sight from years past, where the opposing quarterback  stands back in the
pocket, untouched, humming a tune, deciding what restaurant to visit tonight
before picking out a receiver.
  Nu-uh. Even when Miller completed his passes, he was moving or under
attack. Atlanta was completely befuddled.
  "Could you see their confusion?" Swilling was asked.
  "Oh yes. I think they knew Pat Swilling was coming. But they didn't expect
me to bring my four or  five friends."
  Hey, Pat. If they can tackle, bring your whole family.
  Now, true, the Lions' offense had some shaky moments. And yes, Sunday was
just the opener, and any team coached by Jerry Glanville is, at best,
unpredictable.
  But a win is a win, a good start is a good start, and a linebacker is . . .
a fullback -- at least when it comes to Spielman.
  "Why didn't you carry the ball  and try to score?" Spielman was asked.
  "If I told you that, I'd have to kill you," he said.
  I think he was joking. But the way they played Sunday, I'm not taking any
chances.
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