From a column in CFN: And I promise not to jump ship to the NFL. At least for a few years ... I’d like to officially announce that I’m making a push for the soon-to-be-open University of Miami head coaching job. My qualifications? Well, like Bobby Brady, I can finger paint, but I’ll leave the actual coaching to my assistants. Bernie Kosar and Steve Walsh will be my co-offensive coordinators. Bennie Blades will coach the defensive backs, Michael Irvin will coach the receivers, and Warren Sapp and Ray Lewis will realize that NFL life just isn’t for them and will be my co-defensive coordinators. Lamar Thomas will be in charge of teaching the Hurricane players how to properly show how bravado is done Miami-style. I don’t care if there are 37 penalties a game; I’m restoring the order. Actually, I'm blowing up the order. My players will rip their helmets off after big plays, dance on the benches, celebrate like mad after touchdowns, and get back to being the Miami that dominated for so long after years of the button-down, corporate version. The team attire to road games will be army fatigues, like the ones worn at the dinner with Penn State before the 1987 Fiesta Bowl, and I’ll demand wacky jersey numbers like the old days when Kosar wore number 20 and Irvin wore 47. I’ll have no problem getting in the talent thanks to recruiting coordinator Luther Campbell and his armada of booty babes armed with hypnotic butts with cheeks that operate as their own independent prisoners of inertia. I will win at Miami. Oh yes, I will :lol: :lol: