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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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951206
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Wednesday, December 06, 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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And now, for his next trick, Wayne Fontes will prove that he is actually
the long lost son of Vince Lombardi. They have the same hair. . . . 

  HUT ONE, HUT TWO . . . HUDDLE UP!

  WHO'S IN THIS  WEEK: Mitchell, Moore, Spielman, Thomas, Johnson, Porcher --
aw, heck, the whole Lions team. Also: Dan Marino, Bill Cowher, Tommie Frazier
(gonna win the Heisman), Eddie George (gonna be runner-up),  the Gators,
Ferris State (hell of a season, men), the Washington Redskins, Dan Dierdorf
and Marcus Allen, for telling Al Davis to stick it where the sun don't shine.
  WHO'S OUT: Da Bears, Da Bucs,  Da Jags, June (Brain Lock) Jones, Bill (Gee,
Maybe I'm Not A Genius) Parcells, Bryan Cox (Will someone please put a sock in
this guy?), Terry Bradshaw, Buddy Ryan (lifetime expulsion) and the Cleveland
Browns, who may never win a game again. 
  Hello (sigh) Huddle.
  Erik Kramer, our old friend. You don't look so good.
  Lousy game Monday night.
  That's some defense you Bears have.
  I know.
  Who taught them to tackle, Dr. Ruth?
  Listen. Can I get in the Huddle?
  Sorry, pal. You're in the wrong uniform.
  Well, in that case, I was wondering if you could, uh, get a message to
Wayne? I've written it in this letter. Here.
  You want your old job back?
  Hey, you peeked! . . . 
  Excuse me, Huddle. Hi, Erik.
  Ohmigod. Everybody bow! It's the King!
  Aw, shucks.
  Barry  Sanders. The new Lions quarterback.
  Aw, it was just one option pass.
  Not your best.
  I overestimated a tad.
  A tad? Shawn Bradley couldn't have caught that.
  Anyhow, I wanted to thank  you for my lifetime membership in the Huddle.
Next to winning the Heisman and the rushing titles and some eighth-grade
bowling trophies, it's my biggest honor.
  Shucks, don't mention it. And--
  Hey, Huddle. I want in!
  Jimmy Johnson? Why are you here? I thought all you did was hover over
people like Don Shula.
  Now hold on. I never said I wanted Shula's job. 
  Oh, no?
  I just said  I thought another man might be better suited to it. Someone
who'd won a Super Bowl in this century. Heh-heh. 
  My God.
  What?
  You actually believe your own bull, don't you?
  Does that mean  I can't get in?
  Sorry, we don't take anyone who still uses The Dry Look by Vitalis.
  LET'S GO TO THE MAILBAG:
  Dear Huddle: I believe you are in great need of a chaplain and after all,
the Lions' winning streak started when I assigned my schoolchildren to pray
for them. Am I in? (Signed) Father Rob Howe, St. Stanislaus Church, Bay City.
  Thou art. 
  Dear Huddle: I'll get you a great  deal on a used car if you let me in.
Honest! (Signed) John Babon, Bob Saks Olds, Farmington Hills.
  Free cars? Who do you think I am -- a TV host?
  Dear Huddle: I go to Alma College and most of  the people here are from
small towns and never heard of the Free Press or the Huddle. I got them all
into reading it. Is that enough to get in? (Signed) Richard Buszek, Fraser.
  Sure. Next you can  teach them about another new invention: the light bulb.
  Hey, Huddle: What about us Yooper Lion fans? We're a minority up here. Too
many cheeseheads! (Signed) Jim (Beak) Moore and BG's Sports Bar,  Escanaba.
  Beak? I wanna party with you, Cowboy.
  Hey-YO, HUDDLE. WHooooooeee!
  Look. Barry Switzer. How are your multiple personalities doing today?
  Well, we're just -- WHAT THE HECK ARE  YOU TALKIN' ABOUT -- fine, thank
you.
  Nice effort against Washington. A few more like that, and you could miss
the playoffs.
  Shucks. DAMN IT! Ah-choo. How's that?
  Barry, how come every time  we see you, you're either laughing, screaming,
jumping up and down or making no sense?
  Aw,  I -- CATCH THE DAMN BALL! -- huh?
  Never mind.
  GIVE US THE POLL! RIGHT STINKING NOW!
  OK, OK,  hold your pajamas.
 
TOP THREE    BOTTOM THREE  
1. San Francisco  29. Cleveland  
2. Kansas City  30. Jets  
3. Pittsburgh  31. Bears secondary
  Huddle. Is it true  Emmitt Smith and others only yank off their helmets
when they score -- to get their faces on TV more? I can't believe that!
  C'mere, son. Let's talk about the tooth fairy. . . . 
  Mitch Albom will  sign copies of his new book, "Live Albom IV," 6-7 tonight
at Borders, Southfield, and 1-2 p.m. Saturday, B. Dalton, Eastland Mall.
 
  Do you want to be in the Huddle? Send all correspondence to Huddle,  c/o
Free Press Sports, 321 W. Lafayette, Detroit 48226 or fax 1-313-222-5983.
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