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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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951010
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Tuesday, October 10, 1995
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1D
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Drawing Color DICK MAYER/Detroit Free Press
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1995, Detroit Free Press
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THE HUDDLE
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Let me get this straight. The Lions just beat San Francisco and Cleveland,
the Wolverines lost to Northwestern, and the Seattle Mariners will play for
the American League pennant?

  I gotta get  out more.

  Hut one, hut two . . . HUDDLE UP!
  WHO'S IN THIS WEEK: Scott Mitchell, Lions receivers, Lions linemen, Barry
Sanders (lifetime membership), Jim Harbaugh, Troy (What Leg?) Aikman,
Grambling's  Eddie Robinson, Ferris (GO DAWGS!) State, Kansas, Kansas State,
Dorothy and Toto (as long as we're taking everyone from Kansas), Picasso's
No-Fat Pizza of Southfield and, yes, the Captain, Steve Yzerman.  If the Wings
don't want him, he can hang with us.
  WHO'S OUT: Michigan and Michigan State, Colorado, Penn State, Buddy Ryan
(permanent expulsion), the Pittsburgh Steelers, Bruce (KO) Smith, Charles
(Waaaaaaa!) Haley, Bill Parcells, Drew (0-for-1995) Bledsoe, and whoever
invented the Baseball Network, the worst idea since love beads.
  Hey, Huddle. E=MC2.
  Well. If it isn't the Northwestern  Wildcats. 
  Did we impress?
  As much as you can, for a team that wears purple.
  So? Are we in the Huddle? We play defense, we rush the ball, we all scored
over 1,000 on our SATs.
  Well. . . . 
  We beat Notre Dame.
  With Lou Holtz coaching?
  Yep.
  Welcome aboard.
  Yo, Huddle. I wanna play for you, man.
  Charles Haley. What's your beef?
  I don't get no respect in Dallas.
  Funny. You said that in San Francisco.
  I mean it now. Dallas benched me to start Sunday's game. The hell with
them. They'll never get me in this uniform again. I hate them. I hope they get
hit  by lightning. I hope a monster eats them. Yeah. I hope a big monster
swallows them and spits them up all gooey and gross and . . . 
  Charles?
  Yeah?
  Does your diaper need changing again?
  Ahem. Mr. Huddle. Excuse me. But I am here.
  Look, gang. It's the Nike swoosh.
  Thank you. Thank you. No autographs, please.
  What do you want, Swoosh Man?
  Huddle, this is your lucky day!  My corporate daddies have decided that
your group is worthy of wearing me -- ta-da! -- on your jerseys. 
  No kidding.
  Yes. I know how thrilled you must be. After all, we are THE company. We
have  Jordan, Agassi, Michigan . . . well, I don't need to brag. We just
signed a $200-million deal with the NFL.
  We heard.
  And we signed Jerry's, er, the Dallas Cowboys. And half of college
basketball.  And Russia. And Europe. And the pope. And the planet Neptune.
  So what's the deal?
  Just sign here, and we give you lots of free shoes and shirts.
  And in exchange, we become a billboard?
  Well, uh . . . 
  Tell you what, Mr. Swoosh Head. Take your gobble-the-world company and go
back to making decent shoes that don't cost as much as a stereo system -- and
maybe we'll consider it,  OK?
  You're saying no to Nike?
  Somebody has to.
  Well, I never! You'll regret this!
  Aw, go swoosh your nose. 
  LET'S GO TO THE MAILBAG!
  Dear Huddle: What are the chances of being  admitted for living on the west
side of the state and having to watch all the Lions games -- both home and
away -- on TV? S.B., Hastings.
  Dear S.B.: What's with the initials? This isn't Penthouse. And the answer
is no.
  Dear Huddle: Can I nominate my husband, Eric,  into the Huddle? In the 17
years I've known him he has never lost hope in any Michigan sports team --
including the Lions. Pat Fredlund, Mt. Clemens.
  Dear Pat: He's in. He's nuts, but he's in.
  Hey, Huddle. How about an NFL limerick?
  There once was a QB named Randall  Who gave the teams all they could
handle  But  Buddy went bye, and Rodney said, "Hi" Now Randall's on the
sidelines in sandals.
  Heh-heh . . . good one! . . . liked it, dude.
  Thank you.
  Enough of this chitchat. Where's the NFL poll?
  Calm down. What are you -- Nike?
TOP THREE      BOTTOM THREE  
1. Oakland      17. Lions   
2. Dallas      29. Florida State 
3. San Francisco    30. NY Jets  
  Hey, Huddle. Is Oakland for real?
  Of course. You can find it on a map.
  Huddle, Huddle! After these last two inspiring victories, do the Lions have
a chance  of going to the Super Bowl?
  Sure, as long as there are tickets.
  Do you want to be in the Huddle? Send your questions, comments or reasons
for admission to the Huddle, Detroit Free Press, 321  W. Lafayette, Detroit
48226. Or fax 1-313-222-5983.
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