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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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931101
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Monday, November 01, 1993
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1C
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1993, Detroit Free Press
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STRANGE SPIRITS AT WORK WHEN LIONS WIN LIKE THIS
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MINNEAPOLIS --  He did it with mirrors, right? He was air-dropped in by
helicopter? Wait. I know --  he was disguised in a Vikings uniform the first
three quarters, then ripped off the purple  on that first play of the fourth.
That's it? Something like that? There has to be an explanation for how wide
open Herman Moore was on that one incredible play, Halloween night, when the
weirdness began  and didn't stop until the Lions had a strange, questionable,
but ultimately huge come-from-behind victory.

  "When I saw him there, for a split second I said to myself, 'Oh, my God,
I'm not really  seeing this, am I?' " Rodney Peete admitted afterward.

  "And then?" he was asked.
  "And then I said, 'Please, don't overthrow it.' "
  Can you blame him? Here was Peete, scrambling back near  his own end zone,
trailing by two touchdowns, seemingly in quicksand with the Minnesota defense,
and suddenly, he looks downfield, and -- whoa! -- there was Moore, maybe 40
yards away, as alone as a  streaker at a religious convention. Moore had
enough time to read a Russian novel. Instead, he simply waved his arms, and
waved his arms -- and, as he later put it, "Thank goodness I have long arms."
  Peete threw it.
  Moore caught it.
  That started it. Moore went 93 yards without a shadow of an opposing player
infringing on his space. He was more alone than Macaulay Culkin. He crossed
the  goal line and had to wait a few hours for someone to join him.
  Hey. I knew it was Halloween. I didn't know you got to be invisible.
  Moore's touchdown didn't win the game. It didn't put the Lions  ahead. But
make no mistake, it started the avalanche. It made the Lions believe anything
was possible.
  And they just wove that fact into the biggest win of their season.
Moore's TD reception tuned  in victory
Understand that prior to that pass, the Lions had completed one of the ugliest
quarters in their history --  and that's some history. They ran only 12 plays,
threw two interceptions, and had five penalties. 
  They gave up 10 points.
  They were losing, 27-13. Music was blaring over the loudspeakers. All the
weirdos here for Halloween were pointing and screaming in their devil,
leprechaun  and monster costumes. It seemed certain the Lions were about to be
swallowed by the Vikings' top-rated defense, as many had predicted.
  But everything turned on Moore's play. You could hear it in the dying
crowd. You could see it in the suddenly-buoyant Detroit sidelines. They were
suddenly inspired. And they did what good teams must do when they smell fate
coming their way.
  They made plays.
  The defense made plays, stopping Minnesota's ensuing drive.
  The special teams made plays, with Vernon Turner busting the punt return
for 53 yards.
  And Rodney Peete made plays. Something was  happening to this
often-criticized quarterback. As bad as he looked in the third quarter, he
looked that good in the fourth. He was dropping back with confidence,
planting, finding receivers in the teeth  of the best defense in football. He
took charge. That is the best way of putting it. He took charge.
  The Lions earned a field goal, to close within 27-23. The defense came back
glue-like, sacking  Sean Salisbury -- thanks to Kelvin Pritchett -- and
forcing a three-and-out punt.
  And once again, Peete went to work. He hit Aubrey Matthews for 18 yards and
Willie Green for 11, and Rodney Holman  for 11. And, all of a sudden, it was
fourth down, ball on the Vikings' 12-yard line, the crowd roaring, the game
clock ticking down the final minute, and the two teams that threaten to rule
the Central  Division knocking on destiny's door, asking "trick or treat?"
  The answer came quickly. Call it Weirdness, Part II. Peete looked to the
end zone, and fired to his receiver, Brett Perriman, who dove,  along with
cornerback Anthony Parker. 
  Incomplete.
  The place went nuts.
  Penalty flag. 
  The place went silent.
Interference wasn't fault of our receiver
  "He definitely interfered  with me," Perriman said. "As soon as I went down
I looked at the referee. I saw him reaching for his back pocket. And for a
second, I thought, what's taking him so long? He's not gonna give it to me?"
  He gave it. It may or may not have been correct. Replays showed that the
play was questionable. The flag was surely late. And often, on plays like
that, when in doubt, don't call a penalty. If you  were a Minnesota fan, you'd
be steaming this morning, and that's after kicking your TV set all night.
  But sometimes the breaks go against you, and sometimes they go your way.
The important thing  is, when they go your way, don't give them back.
  The Lions didn't. They pushed Derrick Moore into the end zone on the next
play, and the win was theirs, 30-27.
  Strange? You bet it was strange.
  The Lions -- whose offense was suspect --  scored 30 points on the best
defense in football. Barry Sanders was more effective as a receiver than a
rusher. Flags came flying out late. Defenders made  stupid mistakes.
  And Herman Moore will be replaying that 93-yard scene for a long time.
  "I could see Rodney's face when he spotted me. His eyes got big, real big.
And after he threw it, he  had that look like, 'Is this really happening?' "
  The Lions are 6-2.
  A lot of fans are having that same reaction.
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