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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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Monday, October 18, 1999
METRO FINAL
1D
MITCH ALBOM
Copyright (c) 1999, Detroit Free Press
IN GUS WE TRUST, PLUS OTHER REASONS LIONS WON
CHARLIE BATCH watched from the bench, his arm in ice. Herman Moore slumped
next to him, with a bum knee. Barry Sanders sat, well, wherever Barry Sanders
sits these days.
Which meant the first, second and third options of the 1999 Lions' offense --
the best quarterback, running back and receiver -- were now, in the final
minutes of the fifth game of the season, scratched from your program. So was
the old offensive line, which, thanks to injuries, was being set and reset
like a sail in a hurricane.
No Barry. No Charlie. No Herman. This begged a simple question: Who's running
the store?
Why, Gus, of course.
Gus and Greg.
And Brian and Johnnie and Jason.
They might not draw the biggest paychecks -- let's be honest, you wouldn't
recognize them if they came to your door wearing pads -- but here they were
Sunday, with less than 100 seconds left in a game that was a lot more
important than it looked. The Lions were coming off two straight losses, they
had been beating the Vikings by 19 points and now were trailing by one.
Morale was in the balance. Momentum was in the balance. It could be that the
season was in the balance, considering what happened last year after the Lions
dropped three in a row.
And -- to top it off -- this plucked-from-the-chorus-line crew was being asked
to carve a game-winning drive with no time-outs. Clock management. And the
Lions, traditionally, are as good with the clock as Adam Sandler is with
Shakespeare.
"Were you worried about being rusty?" someone would later ask Gus Frerotte,
the backup quarterback.
"I didn't have time," he said.
Oh, that's right. I forgot to mention this was Gus' first action as a Lions
quarterback -- and his first game in a year -- and he only learned he was
going in just after halftime, when Batch couldn't throw because of a bruised
triceps.
Things didn't start well for Gus. To be honest, he began the game as if he
were still dizzy from the time he rammed his head into a concrete wall. He
threw two balls that were dropped, one that was too long, and was sacked on
successive third downs.
But, as the Lions say, in Gus we trust.
Translation: We're out of players.
A stunning drive
And slowly, surely, Gus began to settle in. And so did Greg Hill, the running
back. And Johnnie Morton, Brian Stablein and Germane Crowell, the receivers.
And Barrett Brooks, the free-agent offensive lineman, and Eric Beverly, the
makeshift center.
And with 94 seconds to go, they began a march to steal back a victory.
First, Frerotte hit Crowell on a slant. Eight yards.
Quickly, same play. Crowell for six yards, first down.
Spike ball, stop clock.
(Hmm, you thought. Under Wayne Fontes the clock would still be running while
someone tried to get his headphones to work.)
Next play. Frerotte found Stablein over the middle and he scampered for 16
yards.
Spike ball, stop clock.
(Hmm, you thought. Under Darryl Rogers, the clock would be running while
someone told him it was Sunday.)
Next play, Frerotte found Morton on a slant for 11 yards.
Spike ball, stop clock.
Same play, other side, Morton for seven yards.
Spike ball, stop clock.
(Hmm, you thought. Am I at the Silverdome?)
By this point, the Lions had cruised to Minnesota's 25. There were 12 seconds
left, the crowd was wild, and all that remained was a Jason Hanson field goal.
Of course, it couldn't be that easy. These are, after all, the Lions. And so
just as Hanson booted a successful 43-yarder, the referees threw their yellow
flags. Delay of game. Five-yard penalty.
"What happened?" someone would ask Bobby Ross.
"I think Jason got entranced," he said.
Entranced? What'd he do, look at Medusa? Has an NFL coach ever used that word
before? Entranced? Who's Hanson's holder, The Amazing Kreskin?
"Were you entranced?" I asked Jason.
"I hope I'm not that stupid," he said.
Now that sounds more like football.
Plenty of grit
Anyhow, Hanson moved back five yards, kicked it through, he had his sixth
field goal of the game (seventh if you count his trance), and the Lions won,
25-23.
The crowd roared. The players stormed the field. Gus leapt in the air, shook
his fists and, thankfully, couldn't find anything made of concrete.
How about that? The Lions won one with moxie, with a comeback, and with what
Ross would call "true grit." I always thought that was a John Wayne movie, but
if that's what you call adjusting on the fly, winning with subs -- and scoring
25 points without an offensive touchdown -- well, it was true grit.
Frerotte completed 15 of 24 passes. Greg Hill -- who'd had only 29 yards all
season -- had 67 on Sunday. Morton, who'd caught only 12 passes in the first
four games, had eight on Sunday.
And Hanson saved the day.
"This is as big a win as I've ever had," said a jubilant Frerotte.
"Why this one?" he was asked.
"Because this is where I work now."
This is where they all work now, Gus, Greg, Germane, Brian, Johnnie, and the
rest of the Barry-less bunch. They don't think about history. They don't think
about who goes down. They don't think about the previous Lions teams.
And you know what? They don't play like them, either.
Three victories against two losses, with no Barry, Herman or Charlie?
Next you're going to tell me the Rams are undefeated.
MITCH ALBOM can be reached at 313-223-4581 or albom@freepress.com. Catch
Mitch's radio show, "Albom in the Afternoon," 3-6 p.m. weekdays on WJR-AM
(760).
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