Detroit Free Press

First of all, Barry Sanders doesn't mind dancing. As long as someone else is doing it. Sure, when he scores a touchdown, he hands the ball to the referee like a mailman delivering a phone bill. But he isn't bothered by those who prefer a wiggle or a shake. "Hey, I used to love Billy (White Shoes) Johnson, and the Washington Smurfs and all," he says, looking down at his hands. "It's just . . . not me."

OK. I'm on the bandwagon.I walked into the Lions' locker room this week after practice and was barraged by "Look who it is!" "Hey, didn't you pick us to lose to Chicago?" "Uh-huh. Uh-huh." They strutted past. They pointed at me and laughed.You know what you call that?Cockiness.I haven't seen that with the Lions in years.And that's what has been missing.Of course, I wouldn't mind if they took it out on the opposing team instead of me, but. . . .

Oh, boy. This is the week of the Bounty Bowl. The word is the Cowboys this time have put a bounty on Buddy Ryan's head. Five dollars to the first guy who can find it.And now, this week's picks. . . .