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THE NEW MOUTH OF THE SOUTH : It Ain't Braggin' If It's So; Ask Miami's Irvin

December 31, 1987|RICHARD HOFFER | Times Staff Writer

MIAMI — Michael Irvin, even among those notoriously windy Hurricanes, is considered a gale-force mouth. He talks before games, during games and after. His chatter is constant and, given the adversarial situations he often finds himself in, surprisingly cocky.

"Like when I beat some defensive back," the wide receiver blithely explains. "I'll say, 'Don't worry about it, I beat everybody.' Of course, I say it in a nice way. I hate to see a guy down on himself."

That fully characterizes Irvin's cheerful arrogance. And this, from his media day exposure, also fits in nicely: "Why don't you guys just read me my statistics and tell me how good I am, if you all don't mind."

It is unfair to Irvin if we don't report that the above quotes were delivered with a smile that could bridge Biscayne Bay, diminishing the arrogance to a kind of playfulness. He'll say anything, it's true, but his wink discourages taking it at face value. Talk is fun but, basically, cheap. He'll tell you that, too.

It would also be unfair if we didn't report that Irvin usually backs up what he says. This is just one of those infuriating things--life really isn't fair--but Irvin is about as good as he contends, else Miami would not be playing Oklahoma for the national championship in the Orange Bowl Friday night.

Even without Vinny Testaverde throwing to him, Irvin has remained a frightening force. Last year, his sophomore season, Irvin caught 53 passes for 868 yards and 11 touchdowns. This season, with sophomore Steve Walsh favoring a shorter and safer passing offense, Irvin has still caught 44 passes for 715 yards and 6 touchdowns.

"I don't think losing Testaverde has made that much difference," Oklahoma defensive coordinator Gary Gibbs was forced to conclude the other day. "They still have guys like Irvin who can catch a 10-yard pass and turn it into a 65-yard gain, playmakers."

So Irvin has been doubly maddening. He catches big passes in big games and then tells you about it. Against Florida State this season, arguably a better team than Miami, Irvin leaped into the sky late in the game to catch two passes, one a 73-yard catch-run for the winning touchdown.

Last year, he helped Oklahoma out of the championship race with two touchdowns. All the while, he was barking at those poor defensive backs.

"Michael Irvin is a great player," Oklahoma defensive back Rickey Dixon said wearily. "But he will try to talk you out of the game. It's like being in a bad neighborhood. He'll talk you out of something if you don't stand for it."

So the reputation grows that Irvin is good and loud, or loud and good. A big-play big-mouth, another in a long line of Miami's reprobates, a little easier to take than most perhaps.

But it is unfair, too, if we don't report that he hides a world of grief behind that smile. If you penetrate the patter, you find a young man who can't outdistance the loss of a father, no matter how fast he runs, what route he takes.

"The funny thing about big games," he says, briefly seeing nothing funny about it at all, "is that they can be both the most exciting and depressing moments in my life. For every 10 minutes of excitement, I go through 2 minutes of depression."

He looks depressed even as he says it. It doesn't square with the kid who was just delivering a monologue of classic egomania. Sometimes he even looks confused, wondering why it is only his success that can bring such pointed sadness. But then life really isn't fair, is it?

"After the game I think, 'What if my father could have seen that catch? What if he could see me plastered across all the newspapers?' " Irvin shakes his head.

Opponents might be surprised to learn that Irvin has a sober side. But, gee, every boy's father should be able to cheer from the sidelines. Irvin has set Miami records for receptions, yardage and touchdowns, enough to make any dad proud. But Irvin's dad died four years ago, far short of his son's blossoming.

It was not just any dad, either. Irvin still keeps a picture of the man he calls Rev in his locker and, even four years later, talks movingly of the impact the man has had on his life. The years have not dimmed the memory of a man who broke his back--"literally broke his back"--to support a household of 17, and then traveled the state of Florida on weekends to preach the Baptist gospel.

"You hear of a man who worked sun-up, sun-down, but just as a figure of speech," Irvin said. "My father worked-- he worked-- sun-up, sun-down. Twelve hours a day, out on a roof. No man can work that hard. No wonder he died at 57."

Walter Irvin must have lived a scorched life on Fort Lauderdale rooftops but apparently an uncomplaining one. Discomfort was a comic inconvenience if we can draw much from this anecdote: One Fourth of July, a firecracker went off in his callused hand and he simply laughed.

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