They assumed they had a workhorse. But if there's one thing Ricky Williams is, he is his own man, and nobody's to be pigeonholed. In New Orleans he flashed promise, but ultimately didn't deliver. So Williams was packaged for a series of Miami Dolphins draft picks, and began life anew in South Beach. The initial outlook was favorable.

Arguably, his high tide came in 2002, rushing for over 1,800 yards and 16 touchdowns. That was just his first season with Miami. There was no telling what kind of production the team could expect moving forward. But you know the story. He got hurt. He smoked a lot of marijuana. He retired. He played in the CFL. It was the second time he employed a scorched earth policy on a team that had hedged its future on his motivation.

Now it's 2010. Williams has inserted himself back into the Dolphins' good books (or at least stayed off the bad ones). The team has massaged him into a running game that ranks among the league's best, and Williams is poised to do big things. Selected in front of Williams in 1999 was Edgerrin James. James was the consummate professional Indianapolis expected when they drafted him in front of Williams.

While I’ve been in Marino jersey before, and had a handful of conversations with him, I never noticed the limp till now. Future heat waves around Sun Life Stadium will be tempered by actual wave pools and water slides when a state-of-the-art new mega water theme park is erected across Dan Marino Boulevard approximately two years from now. He played hard and produced immediately.