The lines on Heinz Field are barely visible, and soon the Pittsburgh and Miami uniforms will be darker and lighter shades of mud. But somwhere in there, his dark robot-like visor spattered with raindrops, is the second coming of Ricky Williams.
Remember him? The Heisman Trophy. The sacrificial Saints draft picks. The trade to Miami. The NFL rushing championship. The carries, so many carries, more carries than FedEx.
You might also remember the interviews with his helmet still on. The abrupt and bizarre retirement. The numerous recreational drug test failures. The international hippie trips. The CFL. The injuries. The psychiatric stay. The negotiations. The appeals.
And now, the comeback.
I wish him luck. But I hope he doesn't need it.
On the other hand, the Dolphins are 0-10. I think they all need some luck.