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Tuesday, December 19 By Brian Murphy Special to ESPN.com | |||||
Week 16, my fellow lager-guzzling louts, was about only one
thing.
It was about a pair of hands. And a towel. And two churning legs. And a slant pattern. And a bounce off a safety. And about a pair of eyes, coveting the end zone like it was eternal salvation. And about 74 other reasons to worship at the Shrine of Jerry. Playoff implications? Go stuff your spreadsheet where the sun don't shine, pal. Salary cap talk? I got your cap overrun right here, chief. Sunday was a sun-splashed day at Candlestick Park, and if you dared to call it 3Com Park, you were sent rowing on the nearest canoe to the East Bay. Enjoy the ride, chump. Because the only thing that flowed more freely than the emotions for Jerry Lee Rice were the tears that sprung from the Mississippian's eyes from kickoff to final gun (excepting, of course, for the hilarious interlude of Rice ripping a sideline radio reporter with whom he had a beef, proving that feet of clay can sometimes get in the way of a bronzing.) But I've never seen a better football player. Not Emmitt Smith. Not Bruce Smith. Not Deion Sanders. Not Reggie White. OK. I never saw Jim Brown. Or Bob Lilly. But I saw Jerry Rice. Lots of times. In practice, always, always, always going. In a locker room, sometimes snapping, sometimes delving into low behavior, sometimes speaking nobly. In games, always, always, always making a difference -- until Father Time motioned for a T.O., literally and figuratively. Bottom line: Best I ever saw. Not always the nicest guy. Not always the most polite. Not always the biggest jerk, either. He was a guy. A very intense guy. A very proud man. A guy who believed that the ball in his hands was the best place for a ball to be and -- hell, man, you gonna argue? I heard the 49ers actually wanted to bring out a white horse for Jerry to ride off on Sunday, as he had metaphorically suggested earlier in the week. Saner heads prevailed. He went out the right way: Watching a younger, better player steal his thunder, doing what he could his own way, which was seven catches for 76 yards at the age of 38, two knee surgeries in the hole. Rice then took laps around the 'Stick, bathing in the fans' adulation. He spoke on a makeshift stand at midfield, breaking down emotionally, mirroring his body's deterioration. And he was then carried off the field on his teammates' shoulders to the strains of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy." You wanna beat it? I don't. I just want to remember it for a long, long time. With that, this week's List of Five is dedicated to No. 80, since the number five, multiplied by Joe Montana's No. 16 (and don't ever kid yourself, life was never better for Jerry than when Joe was heaving it) equals, well, 80!:
1. Eddie George: Titans Running Back, or Yeti? And sleeveless, too! Hey, if I had to fetch the paper from the driveway in weather like that, I'd be toast four paces in: slip, fall, neck brace for the month of January -- all while wearing two pairs of thermals and a T-neck. Eddie George gained 176 freaking yards in it. Sleeveless! In an increasingly faceless NFL, where the New York Giants (!) stand to win home-field advantage in one conference, Tennessee has a Super look with its Super stud. Who, by the way, must be spending all of Tuesday's off-day in a hot tub, teeth chattering out Morse code.
2. Speaking of the Giants ... For the love of Gene Upshaw, man, abolish free agency and the cap. If this is the nonsense we, the self-respecting (sort of, on a good day) and La-Z-Boy occupying football fan, to put up with, I say a pox on it all. Bring back the free-spending dynasties of yore! Bring back Eddie D.! Bring back Art Rooney! Now, I just have to make sure Jim Fassel doesn't read this. He's mean, you know.
3. Are the Detroit Lions Really Just One Win from the Playoffs?
4. By the Way, that Monday Nighter Was, Like, the Best Game I've Ever Seen. And, in a not-so-subtle sidelight, I noticed Georgia Frontiere has surrendered the ruse and gone tastefully grey. About time, woman. You and Wayne Newton sported follicle colors not found on this Earth, my dear. Way to gracefully acknowledge life's two-minute warning.
5. Terrell Owens' 20 catches. With that, a look at our (sniff, sniff, sob) final week:
3. Cowboys at Titans, Monday night: Eddie George goes for 200 ... in a full Santa suit. Yeah. Beard, too. Don't miss it.
Brian Murphy of the San Francisco Chronicle writes a weekly "Tuesday Morning Quarterback" column for ESPN.com. | ALSO SEE
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