Haters, Don’t look now but the Miami hurricanes Football proram Is One Win Away From Immortality again!! 

Carson Beck….thank you Jesus for having him land in the program.

Or is it baby Jesus we should be thanking (just playing Almighty! My number one)

Because listen… as much as I love the nickname “Baby Jesus,” I cannot call another grown man Jesus. I just can’t do it. Maybe if he were Hispanic? Or maybe if he had a beard and wore sandals and turned Gatorade into wine? Then we could talk.

But right now?

Thank you Malachi Toney. Honestly, for any child growing up in Miami, that plays football, their dream is most likely playing for the Hurricanes. For Toney to not only destroy competition in high school, and then say f**kk it we’re putting this school back on the map again, and then proceed to do it in the way he’s done it. 

Someone please start working on that Malachi Toney movie ASAP!.

On another note, Mrs. Toney, thank you for your son, and his name because what a prophetic-a** name too, because the Prophet Malachi didn’t just show up this season to “have a nice year.” Nah. This man came to drag Miami football back into national relevance with his bare hands like he’s rebuilding the program on HGTV.

And now, here we are.

Miami… in the College Football Playoff National Championship.

60 minutes away from completing the resurrection.

And only 60 minutes away from Coach Cristobal finally saying “The U is back.”

Hard Rock Stadium. Our house. Our turf. Our people.

Carson Beck and Malachi Toney leading the choir like it’s Sunday service and the collection plate is a CFP trophy.

I Knew This Was Coming & Don’t Let Anyone Tell You Different!

It’s been such a long time since Miami has been back to this point that half of us had accepted we might die before seeing it again.

But I knew from the beginning of the year that when we beat Notre Dame at home… even though it wasn’t some “70–0, call the police” type game… I knew we had a real team.

Did I think we were National Championship bound?

Honestly?

Yes.

YES.

And I said it with my chest.

Because I’ve watched enough Miami seasons to know the difference between “cute” and “dangerous.” This team wasn’t cute. This team was built to survive November and kill people in January.

And now, Miami is literally playing for a national title on Jan. 19.

That’s what we waited for.

Not respect. Not rankings. Not excuses.

A damn championship game.

This team is real, the defense is Like “Put It In a Museum” Real. The offense has Everything (Including a 17-Year-Old DEMON)

Let me talk about this defense, because Miami’s defense is the type of unit that makes grown men emotional.

Rueben Bain Jr. right now is the highest ranked f***ing player in the college football video game. That’s not a coincidence. That’s prophecy.

And it’s not just him.

This secondary? Lockdown. Corners and safeties who play like they’re personally offended every time the ball is thrown.

They dropped FOUR picks against Ole Miss. FOUR. If they catch even half of those, we’re up by 17 and Ole Miss fans start tweeting Bible verses about suffering.

And the D-line? Don’t even get me started.

They don’t “rush the passer.” They show up like bill collectors. They hit quarterbacks like the QB owes them rent AND child support.

Akheem Mesidor. Rueben Bain. Absolute criminals.

Now yes, in the semifinal the pass rush got limited. ESPN said Ole Miss gave a blueprint to slow them down. Cool.

This defense is the reason Miami is here. Period.

Offensively, Miami has everything.

Not one running back. Two running backs that could start on basically any team in college football and probably compete for carries in the NFL right now.

Mark Fletcher Jr runs like he’s mad at gravity, and Marty Brown who at any given moment can take over a football game.

And then you’ve got the crown jewel:

Malachi Toney.

A f***ing 17-year-old prodigy.

This kid is still young enough to be worried about Algebra 2 homework but instead he’s out here torching college defenses like he’s on Madden Rookie Mode.

If he could enter the NFL draft right now (WHICH HE CAN’T, relax), he’d still start in the league today. That’s how absurd this is.

He’s dominating players 3–5 years older than him and making it look normal.

It is NOT normal.

Carson Beck: The Haters Tried to Bury Him… and miami made Him a Legend

Carson Beck has endured more criticism than most quarterbacks survive.

And instead of folding? He turned into the exact type of assassin Miami needed, and then took it one step further and proved it to every one of his m*****f****** haters.

In the Fiesta Bowl, Beck led a 75-yard, 15-play drive and capped it with a scramble into the end zone that basically ripped the soul out of Ole Miss, and gave the biggest f**k you to his haters. Beck with that run became a Miami legend, and now he’s one game away from being immortalized.

Beck faced 15 third downs. He converted 11.

That is not quarterback play.

That is football terrorism.

Keelan Marion even said:

“We knew he could do this.”

And now the whole country knows too.

Because when Miami had the ball late, down four, with like 40 seconds left… I’m not gonna lie, I thought, “Damn… it might end like always.”

Then Beck said “shut up,” took the game, and slammed the door like a pissed off landlord.

The Setup: Miami vs Indiana (At HOME) For the Whole Damn Thing

Now it comes down to Miami vs Indiana.

The Hoosiers enter this game undefeated at 15-0.  They’re a juggernaut. They’re outscoring everybody. Mendoza got a Heisman. They look like a machine.

Cool.

Respect.

But Miami is not here by accident.

Miami beat Texas A&M. Miami beat Ohio State, the defending champs (and guess who called that at the beginning of the year?). Miami beat Ole Miss in an instant classic.

And now Miami gets to play for the title in the one place nobody wants to see Miami: Miami.

Hard Rock about to be shaking like a nightclub floor.

This isn’t “The U is back” because of a hashtag.

This is “The U is back” because Miami is one game away from forever.

Miami didn’t come this far to be cute.

Miami came this far to win the whole f***ing thing.

Let’s Go Canes!