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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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941209
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Friday, December 09, 1994
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1C
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Photo Color JULIAN H. GONZALEZ
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1994, Detroit Free Press
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AS ALWAYS, KRIEG MUST PROVE HIMSELF AGAIN
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" 'I am leaving, I am leaving'

  but the fighter still remains"
-- Paul Simon "The Boxer"
  He was playing touch football on the lawn of the library. Just another
college afternoon. A student came running over, told him an NFL team was on
the phone. Down at Coach's office. Hurry up. 
 
  Dave Krieg laughed, threw another pass. 
  The student insisted. The Seattle  Seahawks. Calling about a tryout. This
was a tiny place called Milton College -- a Division III school where the
football team had to walk 12 blocks, fully dressed, from the locker room to
the field  -- so it was not a campus often called by the NFL. At Milton, they
were happy when the mailman showed up.
  The coach's office was a few blocks from the library. Krieg, when it
finally hit him -- this  is for real? --  did what most of us would: He ran.
  "I was worried they might hang up before I got there," he says.
  Soon Krieg was on the first airplane of his life. A puddle jumper from
Wisconsin  to Minneapolis. Then a connection to Kansas City. Then another
connection to Seattle. He kept his face plastered to the window. "The whole
time I was saying, 'Wow, so this is what it looks like from  up here!' "
  That was 15 years ago, when Krieg could play a whole game on Sunday and do
pain-free exercise by Monday night. Now the pain lingers until Friday, and the
hamstrings are tight as wood, and every lineman's lick seems to rattle in his
bones like coins in a bank. Still, he relishes the view from up here. Sees no
hurry to come down.
  Recently, the football world pondered Joe Montana  -- a close friend of
Krieg's -- now taking bruises with the Kansas City Chiefs. A report claimed he
was going to retire. He denied it, but people discussed it. Wasn't it time he
left? Isn't 38 too old  to take snaps?
  Krieg, 36, heard the talk. Then pulled on his helmet and went back to work.
  What people miss about guys like Montana and Krieg -- who has sprung from
the Lions' bench to command  them to their strongest position all season -- is
this: quarterback is not just a job, not just an adventure.
  It's an identity.
No need to play, but a desire 
  "I talk a lot to Joe, and we both  agree, the saddest part about leaving
the game is that you've done this since you were five years old," Krieg says
one day after practice. "It's what you know best.
  "Look at Joe. The guy has won  four Super Bowls already. He doesn't need to
play. But he wants to.
  "That's what I admire about him."
  He spits tobacco into a cup. It's a habit he's not proud of, but, for the
moment, he is stuck  with it. Sort of like his often-unsung achievements.
Krieg has been quarterbacking 15 years in the NFL. He has more Pro Bowl
appearances than any Lions quarterback ever, more career passing yards than
any Lion ever, more completions and touchdowns than any Lion ever.
  Yet he came here as a backup. To a kid, 10 years younger, who'd started all
of seven NFL contests.
  Typical. Like certain Olympic  marathoners, Krieg seems destined to come
from the back. He was never recruited in high school, was seventh on the depth
chart at college, seventh on the depth chart when the Seahawks signed him.
After  a stellar career in Seattle, a new coach came in and replaced him with
younger guys. He went to Kansas City, played every down of the 1992 season,
took the Chiefs to the playoffs.
  His reward? The  Chiefs signed Montana.
  "Two ways to deal with it," Krieg says. "Cry, or see what you can learn."
  And Krieg knows the meaning of "don't look back." His alma mater, Milton
College, doesn't even  exist anymore. 
  "They ran out of money."
  Krieg, the fighter, still remains.
The voice of experience 
  So his success in Detroit should surprise no one. When you ask Scott
Mitchell what he  needs to work on, he'll say, "Sometimes, I try to make too
much happen myself."
  Ask Krieg what a veteran knows, he answers, "Poise. You don't try to force
things."
  They call that experience.  
  Of course, unlike Montana, experience has not given Krieg a Super Bowl
ring. He has no cushy fantasies about life after football. He worked during
college -- in a paper mill and a cement factory  -- and he'll work again. "I
think I'd make a good salesman. If I can sell a play to 10 guys in a  huddle,
I can sell anything."
  You talk to Krieg, you hear the sound of a quarterback, the surety,  the
way he stops his conversation to yell at a tight end -- "You got that play
now?" -- the way he shakes off notions that his job is complex. "When it comes
down to it, a quarterback has to drop back  and throw to the open guy."
  So simple. He has come a long way from the library lawn, and the 12-block
walk, and the Wisconsin hometown. Yet the pattern repeats: He had to prove it
as the young guy.  He has to prove it as the old guy.
  "Sometimes I think if they didn't know our ages, if they just put us out
there, things would be different. Sometimes (coaches) see an age and they say,
'Uh-oh.' "
  Not this week. This week and the rest of the year, the job is his. He will
do it the way he always has, with the determination of a late-kick runner, the
fighter that remains, still checking out  the window, seeing what it looks
like from up here.
CUTLINE:
To Dave Krieg, quarterback is not just a job, not just an adventure. It's an
identity.
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