I found myself watching an LSU game on a warm, early fall Saturday afternoon in 2015. I forget exactly who it was they were playing, but that’s unimportant—it was the mesmerizing quarterback who mattered. I didn’t even know the guy’s name then, but it was Brandon Harris. Man, did I think he was good. A swift, no-nonsense motion with a rifle of an arm, poise under a collapsing pocket, long and shifty strides after breaking containment. And I was right—he is good. He’s really good, and now he’s UNC’s quarterback.
It’s a shame, really—okay, it’s definitely not a shame for us Carolina fans—but Harris’ talent was largely squandered under Les Miles’ ground-heavy, antiquated offense.