Hey, Sir Winston is the finest quarterback to ever grace the collegiate game. He is the signcaller Beno Cook harkens about from the crypt - a fresh, far superior version of his beloved Ron Powlus. Oh yes, Beano and the surviving media pitchmen & sideline gals see Heismans in his future, too. The young man has it all - arm strength, accuracy, feet of a cheetah, clear mind and conscience . . . perfect smile and cool, I-got-it wink. No secondary has dared stood up to his gaze, no defensive line or pass rush caused him to sweat. Face it, Sir Winston really is the world's most interesting man.
Like Florida State right now, he looms larger than life. So what, you might ask, would embolden a sexless, fraudulent Miami team to even step off the bus in Tallahassee? Ah, just to perhaps prove perception isn't always reality. Perhaps to prove Sir Winston, who remains an untouched prince halfway into just his first collegiate season, sweats just like other mere mortals. Perhaps to prove that maybe an old rival, one rolling up points and living large in the minds of the pundits and Vegas wiseguys, isn't really perfect after all.