Hi, My Name Is Daunte...
“Hi, my name is Daunte Culpepper, and I’m looking for work.”
Funny how fate works, eh? At the very moment our presumed quarterback of the future stages a greedy holdout, a guardian angel walks into camp.
After our first preseason game, in which Culpepper fumbled his way through the third slot, I said: “If Culpepper remains healthy, he’s our guy, period.”
After our second preseason game, in which Culpepper showed some moxie in the second slot, I said the same thing.
After this third preseason game, there’s simply no doubt.
Culpepper’s mobility, improvisation, precision throwing and overall command put a big smile on Lane Kiffin’s face tonight—and mine, too.
This is going to get very interesting, very fast. I’m feeling more bullish by the moment.
Out of the woods, baby, and into the Autumn Wind we go.
P.S. That Higgins kid looks pretty sharp, doesn’t he?