Miami football is a biohazard that has spewed poison for too long. It is overseen by a grim-faced little blood sausage of an athletics director named Paul Dee, who answers to a two-faced politician of a school president named Donna Shalala. It is a place where players pack heat in the street and get in brawls on the field, where there is always pretty talk about the team's new image followed by ugly headlines about the same old Miami....[A good new coach] wouldn't fool around with the kind of cretins Miami has pursued over the years. Larry Coker is said to be, and seems to be, a prince of a guy. But he once signed stud linebacker Willie Williams knowing full well that Williams had an 11-arrest rap sheet.