Set aside the famous last name and the famous failures.
Forget USC, Tennessee, Oakland.
Never mind the truth, the rumors and everything in between.
Look at Lane Kiffin for what he is now -- offensive coordinator at Alabama -- and what do you see?
It's a messy ruffle of hair, the kind that might have been washed yesterday but most definitely hasn't seen a comb in weeks. It's baggy sweatpants that look borrowed from an offensive linemen, an orange tie when Tennessee comes to town. It's trash talk during practice, preemptive touchdown signs, fist pumps and a swaggering Twitter presence, a strange concoction of trolling and random Bitmojis.