When the University of Miami hired Philadelphia Eagles assistant Mark Whipple to lead its offense, it was assumed he'd bring a little of the NFL to Coral Gables, like a giant playbook and some film. Apparently he's done a bit more than that.
Naturally, our first inclination was to quickly pray to Our Father Who Art Howard Schnellenberger that Culpepper's influence doesn't turn Harris into a winless headcase sex-boater by the end of August, or cause him to injure his knee and become a shadow of his former self. [Disclaimer: charges in the Vikings sex boat case were dropped against Culpepper. But it's funny, so we like bringing it up whenever possible.]
He's not Tom Brady or Peyton Manning (and thank goodness he's not Brett Favre), but there are a few good things young Harris can glean from his fellow Florida Mr. Football that aren't "how to have a terrible tenure with the Dolphins." After all, Culpepper was a beast in college who almost single-handedly carried UCF and broke Steve Young's season completion percentage record in the process (it stood until Colt McCoy seized it in 2008 with a much better stable of receivers at Texas).
And Culpepper can run, which isn't Harris' strong suit.
Culpepper can't give Harris a cannon for an arm like his own, or deliver old on-field partner Randy Moss in a Hurricanes uniform. But he can pass on a few tricks of the trade. It'll be great to have the two at play.
(So long as it's not on boat.)