Jacory Harris would work as a beekeeper without protective clothing and come home without a sting. He could save babies from house fires without singing so much as a hair on his head. He lacks anything resembling a fear gland, stands in the pocket while rushers roar around him, and lobs the ball downfield to wide open wideouts with zero regard for anything happening in his immediate vicinity.
13/18, 188, 2 TDs, no picks, and a bravura performance at the half against Georgia Tech. In case you wondered what Miami was missing all these years, a good chunk of the question comes with the answer "a quarterback who laughs at fear and sends Christmas Cards to Doom himself signed with a smiley face."