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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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Monday, September 13, 1993
METRO FINAL
1D
MITCH ALBOM
Copyright (c) 1993, Detroit Free Press
GREAT START, GREAT FINISH, BUT, OH, THAT MIDDLE PART!
FOXBORO, Mass. -- The best play of this terrible football game was the
very first play, which you have probably forgotten by now after banging your
head against the wall a few hundred times watching the rest.
Let us deal with that good play first, the Lions' opening kickoff. It
landed in the arms of New England's Troy Brown, who came running maybe four
strides and whack! He was pelted by two Detroit players and the ball popped
loose and a guy named Willie Clay picked it up and thought "Run! Run!" except
he was already running, because he was on kickoff coverage. He scampered into
the end zone for a Detroit score, the quickest opening touchdown in Lions
history. Eleven seconds and they were already winning. Eleven seconds?
Willie Clay was dazed. He hadn't even broken a sweat and he had scored his
first NFL touchdown. He heard the crowd jeering. He saw his teammates
celebrating. Willie is a young defensive back whose friends call him Chico
because of his wavy black hair and mustache. He is on the bubble of this
football franchise and usually gets to play only on special teams. He promised
himself that if he ever scored in the big time, he would do a big-time dance.
Now, 11 seconds into the game, he had scored, it was party time. But he
went blank. It was too quick. Like falling out of bed and having to do 100
push-ups. Don't players always say the opening kickoff is when you make your
first hit, you get your blood rushing? A touchdown? On the coverage unit?
The referee motioned for the ball, Willie tossed it to him without
thinking. His teammates mobbed him and slapped his helmet joyously. One of
them hollered, "WHY DIDN'T YOU DANCE?" and Willie thought, oh, oh, damn. I
didn't dance!
"Next time," he would say.
That was the nice moment.
And then came the next 70 minutes and 53 seconds.
Excuse me, while I -- thunk! thunk! -- bang my head against the wall a few
more times.
Four quarters? There's much too much more
You might notice that 70 minutes and 53 seconds means the game went into
overtime. It did, but only, I think, because the regulation part was so bad;
fans would have felt cheated if that was all they got. It reminds me of that
old Woody Allen joke:
"The food here is terrible!"
"Yeah. And such small portions!"
A smaller portion would have been welcome Sunday. Between Clay's touchdown
at 1:01 p.m. and Jason Hanson's game-winning field goal at 4:17, we had a
game that, were it a salesman, would have had the door slammed on it.
Repeatedly.
Interceptions. Fumbles. Penalties. Bad passes.
And I'm talking about the Lions.
That stuff is traditionally New England territory.
Gone was Detroit's blinding pass rush from last week against Atlanta.
Although the Patriots have a rookie quarterback and a less-than-world-famous
offensive line, the Lions could earn only two sacks, and one of them was
pretty cheap. Drew Bledsoe, the new Patriot Passer, had many plays in which he
stood there, flat-footed, checking the receivers, no doubt saying to himself,
"Hmm. This NFL rush ain't so bad."
Rodney Peete, meanwhile, made several bad passes and threw three into New
England hands. He fumbled twice. And even with all that, the Lions had a
seven-point lead with 3:24 left. They then allowed New England to march 77
yards -- New England! -- to tie the score.
Did I say "allow"? Maybe "help" is a better word. Twice during that
drive, the Lions committed major dumb penalties, the first a defensive
pass-interference call on Ryan McNeil that gave the Pats the ball on the
Lions' 3. The second a holding penalty on Bennie Blades that negated a fumble
recovery which would have won the game.
Chris Spielman came in to block at fullback again. He missed his block.
The play went for a loss.
It ain't cute if it doesn't work.
Which pretty much summed the Lions.
Until the last play.
It worked one day, but don't push your luck
The kicking. The kicking was great. Baby-faced Jason Hanson, whom, I
swear, I saw on TV about 20 years ago, in the front row of the King Family,
has been a godsend for the Lions, and Sunday he delivered victory with a
38-yarder in overtime, his fourth field goal of the day. He kicked three
last week.
It says something when your kicker is good.
It also says something when he's the top player on your team.
"The whole time we were out there, we kept saying we're better than these
guys," Brett Perriman admitted. "We got lucky today. We won't beat San
Francisco or any of the good teams playing like this."
Which I guess doesn't paint too rosy a picture for New England, huh?
But that's their problem. Detroit is 2-0 and, strange as it sounds, has
reason to worry. Nice moments for kickers and special-teams players make for
good stories, but not whole seasons.
In the locker room after the game, Clay dressed with the others. Tim
McKyer, his fellow defensive back, offered him some after-shave, in case Clay
had plans to celebrate later on.
"Try this stuff," McKyer said. "It'll make you smell good."
He might want to douse some on Sunday's game, while he's at it.
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