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This Team's A Scream
Peter King
December 09, 1991
Goaded by a vociferous Sam Wyche tongue-lashing, the Cincinnati Bengals upset the New York Giants. Still, their stunning decline isn't over
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December 09, 1991

This Team's A Scream

Goaded by a vociferous Sam Wyche tongue-lashing, the Cincinnati Bengals upset the New York Giants. Still, their stunning decline isn't over

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Where Have You Gone, Tommy Casanova?
The Cincinnati defense, which ranked 15th in the league in 1988, has dipped all the way to 28th this season. Actually, since Dick LeBeau took over as defensive coordinaior in '84, no AFC team has allowed more points than Cincinnati. The most generous AFC defenses over the last eight seasons, with the yards and points they have allowed per game:

TEAM

YARDS

POINTS

1. Bengals

335.7

23.04

2. Oilers

328.5

22.60

3. Chargers

332.9

21.90

Surprised that the Cincinnati Bengals beat the Super Bowl champion New York Giants on Sunday? You wouldn't be if you had been at the Bengals' team meeting on the Monday before the game. Twenty-four hours after Cincy had been pounded 38-14 by the Los Angeles Raiders, a loss that dropped its record to 1-11, coach Sam Wyche began preparations for the game against New York by ripping into his team in a way that no Bengal player could remember Wyche's having done in his eight years as the head man. After three months of taking the power of positive thinking to the limit, telling the players how terrific their efforts had been, even though they were losing at a franchise-record pace, Wyche could take the Bengals' pitiful play no more.

Rather than follow the customary Monday regimen, in which the players split up by position and attend separate 90-minute meetings to watch film broken down from the previous day's game, Wyche ordered all the Bengals into one meeting room at Cincinnati's practice facility. For three hours, while everyone watched every play from the Raider game, Wyche ridiculed the defensive players for not hitting anybody, railed at players for not sticking to their weightlifting programs, screamed at all of them to start playing like winners, and so on.

Wyche even sneered at the Bengals' chances for future lucrative employment. Referring to the NFL's annual Plan B free-agent signing period, he yelled, "You guys think you're going to go out and make money in Plan B? Forget it! Tell your agents you're not playing worth anything, and nobody's going to want you!"

No one was spared—"Anyone in that meeting had to be sick to his stomach," said quarterback Boomer Esiason later—as Wyche ran back play after play of the 24-point defeat. Wyche had flared up on the sideline during games, but on this day he was spewing all the anger that had built up inside him during an unexpected horror of a season. Near the end of his harangue, Wyche hollered, "And we even had one guy eating a steak sandwich at halftime yesterday! Unbelievable!"

Indeed. Only three years after having nearly knocked off the San Francisco 49ers in one of the most exhilarating Super Bowls ever played, these Bengals were as low as a football team could get. With most of the main characters from that 1988 team—including Esiason, running backs Ickey Woods and James Brooks, wideouts Eddie Brown and Tim McGee, tackle Anthony Munoz, nose-tackle Tim Krumrie and defensive backs David Fulcher and Eric Thomas—still in the starting lineup, and with Cincinnati coming off a 9-7 season, which ended in the second round of the playoffs, who would have thought that the Bengals would find themselves slithering in the muck of the NFL cellar with the Indianapolis Colts and the Tampa Bay Bucs?

"We started losing, and it grew like a cancer," said Esiason last Saturday night, with a tinge of anguish in his voice. "There are times I've felt like slitting my wrist. We've taken years to build our careers to a certain point, and we've absolutely torn them down in 13 weeks. It's been a total waste of a year."

It may have been necessary for the Bengals to hit rock bottom, as they did against the Raiders, for them to regroup and play their best game of the year on Sunday. Before a faithful crowd of 45,063 at Riverfront Stadium, Cincinnati dealt a blow to the Giants' playoff drive, riding a 78-yard punt return by Mitchell Price late in the fourth quarter to a 27-24 victory.

Cincinnati's embattled defense, ranked last in the NFL, held New York to 69 rushing yards, and the heretofore feeble pass rush sacked Phil Simms three times in the final six minutes. Cincy's offense came to life in the second half, putting together scoring drives of 62, 58 and 53 yards to overcome a 17-7 deficit. As the clock ran down, Wyche shook the hand of every player and coach he could find on the sideline and then ran off the field grinning widely. The fans near the north end zone tunnel threw bouquets of encouragement instead of epithets, as they usually do. Wyche felt sort of goose-pimply. "These are nice moments," he said softly as he headed for the locker room.

O.K., the Bengals are now 2-11—their other win came by two points over the Cleveland Browns on Nov. 3—so that adds up to only two nice moments all season. Like the victory over the Browns, the defeat of the Giants was mere salve on a gaping wound. This is still an anachronistic organization, a family-store operation with a minimal front-office staff and a blue-collar practice facility—a team from the 1960s trying to be competitive in the '90s (box, page 62). The Bengals employ only one full-time scout; most NFL teams have about five.

On the field, the offense has lost the big-strike capability that was its trademark in 1988. The receivers are dropping passes; with five such flubs on Sunday, their season total rose to 71. And the defense can neither cover receivers (cornerback Lewis Billups played like a Fountain Square statue on Sunday) nor pressure the quarterback with any regularity. Cincy's first-round draft choice in '91, linebacker Alfred Williams, still isn't effective, and he doesn't inspire hope for future pass-rushing success when he says, "You almost have to be offside to get a good rush against these tackles. I almost have to be illegal to get to the quarterback." Defensive coordinator Dick LeBeau, whose unit has been ranked in the bottom half of the league six times in his eight years on the job, is still in place.

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