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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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941108
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Tuesday, November 08, 1994
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1C
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MITCH ALBOM
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SEE ALSO METRO EDITION, Page 1C
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Copyright (c) 1994, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
THE HUDDLE
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Before  we jump into our football foibles, the Huddle would like to salute
George (I'm Huge In Every Way) Foreman, who is again the heavyweight boxing
champion of the world after 20 years without the  title.

  He gives hope to Lions fans.

  In fact, come on in here, George, you lovable blimp . . . move over,
fellas, keep going, keep going -- you, on the end, take this walkie-talkie and
we'll radio  you when to stop -- OK, great. Now. Big hug everyone . . .
  HUDDLE UP!
  WHO'S IN THIS WEEK: Dave Krieg, Mel Gray, Warren Moon, Tyrone Wheatley, Dan
Marino, the Mighty Ducks of Oregon, Barry Sanders  (lifetime membership) and
Brian, Royce, Ray and Jeff, the four guys who threw their names over the
railing at the Pistons opener, asking for admittance. Way to keep your minds
on the game, fellas.
  WHO'S OUT: Scott Mitchell's right hand, Scott Mitchell's left hand,
whoever's teaching Mitchell the offense, Roosevelt Wagner, the Buffalo Bills,
ref Bernie Kukar, and Michael Moorer. (Local hero.  Nice guy. Dumbest
late-round strategy I've ever seen.)
  Huddle. Remember us?
  Look, it's Erik Kramer, Rodney Peete and Andre Ware. You guys haven't come
to gloat now that Mitchell's down, have  you?
  No . . . (heh-heh) . . . (hee-hee) . . . Who, us?
  Hmm. Say, guys, I hear they're using Rodney's upcoming marriage in a new
movie about your careers.
  A movie? About our careers? What's  it called?
  "Three Funerals and a Wedding."
  Excuse me, Huddle, I'd like to clear my name.
  Why, it's Bernie Kukar, the referee who turned on his microphone after the
Lions' onside kick Sunday  and said, "The ball was recovered by the kicking
team. Unfortunately, his feet were out of bounds."
  Look, I didn't mean anything. I said "unfortunately" to address the crowd.
  Hmm. In that case  I'd like to get you in the Huddle.
  Thank you.
  Unfortunately, we don't accept boneheads. Shoo!
  Hey, Huddle. How about that Dave Krieg?
  He played a fine game.
  Shouldn't he get  Lifetime Huddle Membership?
  Wait. The Lions won the game?
  Well, no.
  Krieg completed the final touchdown pass?
  No.
  Come back when you have a stronger case.
  YO, HUDDLE. FEED  ME!
  Easy, George. Someone call Dunkin' Donuts.
  Hey, Huddle, Cornhuskers, No. 1, all right!
  Nice sentence structure. Are you an SEC grad?
  Question, Huddle: With all their losses, hasn't  the luster been taken off
U-M and MSU's seasons?
  You mean they're still playing?
  Hey, Huddle. On Sunday, Buffalo's Don Beebe was knocked cold by a New York
defender, and Chicago's Tom Waddle  was knocked cold by a Tampa defender.
Isn't that shocking?
  Yeah. A Tampa player hits that hard?
  LET'S GO TO THE MAILBAG . . .
  Dear Huddle, You sound like a complete dweeb when you insult  a Happy
Valley deity, Joe Paterno. Why don't you swim in Lake St. Clair with cement
water wings. -- Booker in Dearborn.
  So, Booker, you're out on parole?
  Dear Huddle, I think I should be in  the Huddle because 1) You are the
coolest. 2) Penn St. kicks royal butt! -- Mike Gwizdak, Westland. P.S.: Call
me, I have comments and questions.
  I'm sure you do, Mike. Unfortunately, I'm due back  on planet Earth.
  Excuse me, Mr. Huddle sir.
  Lou Holtz? Look, we already told you, you can't get in on a week you
didn't play.
  Well, we have a big game coming up against Florida State, and I'm afraid
we might get . . .
  Slaughtered?
  Yes. So for luck, I thought, maybe, you know . . .
  Oh, all right, Lou. Take a spot next to George Foreman . . . There you go
. . . Hey, George,  can you swat that fly on Holtz's nose?
  WHUMP!
  Thanks. Somebody pick Lou up, will ya?
  Oh please, oh please, oh please, your NFL poll!
  Get up, Al Davis. You're embarrassing yourself.
TOP     BOTTOM 
1. San Francisco  20. Lions 
2. Dallas    27. Cincinnati 
3. Philadelphia  28. Youngstown State 
4. Kansas City  29. Tampa Bay 
  Hey, Huddle. Don't look  now, but Chuck Long is one hit away from being
the Lions' starting quarterback.
  I knew I shouldn't have thrown out all those old stories I wrote about
him.
  Yo, Huddle, shouldn't we worry about  all the concussions week after week
in the NFL?
  I don't know. Let's ask Foreman. He gets hit in the head for a living.
George, are concussions dangerous?
  NO MAN SHOULD BE HIT BY A . . . CHERRY  PIE. I LOVE CHERRY PIE. HERE WE
GO! ALI, ALI, STAND STILL, ALI! PRAISE THE LORD. PEANUT BUTTER! RRRRRR . . .
aahhh . . . (plop.)
  Hmm. I'd say we have nothing to worry about.
  Got a reason you  should be in the Huddle? Write The Huddle, c/o Detroit
Free Press Sports, 321 W. Lafayette, Detroit 48226, or fax 1-313-222-5983.
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DLIONS; FOOTBALL; COLUMN; ANALYSIS; GAME; TEAM; DETROIT;Lions
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