Ok, this article should finally shut you up. Straight from the horses mouth. You and Showers have totally jumped the shark with your constant irrational rants.
This is straight from Ken Dorsey himself, you blabbering bafoon:
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COLLEGE FOOTBALL; One Long Road Trip
By JOE DRAPE
Published: December 27, 2002
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MIAMI— Maggie Dorsey's journey to a campground here actually began not far from the California coast, before her younger son was a big-time college quarterback. He was about to enroll as a freshman four years ago, with a stomachache and enough self-doubt about having chosen the University of Miami that mother and son became increasingly nauseated on the drive to South Florida.
''You thought this through, Kenny,'' his mother reminded him repeatedly as one state blurred into another. ''It's the right thing. You're just a little homesick.''
Maggie and Ken Dorsey made it to Miami. For two weeks, Maggie Dorsey made frequent trips to Target for soap, a laundry bag and the sundry items that ease a college student's transition to independent living. Her son, meanwhile, discovered the weight and film rooms at Miami's Hecht Athletic Center.
He hardly beefed up his 6-foot-5, 205-pound Erector set frame, but he became adept enough at reading defenses to go 3-0 when he inherited the starting quarterback job late in his freshman season.
In Ken Dorsey's sophomore year, Maggie Dorsey came to Florida for a month in the fall. She did not have many errands to run because her son had settled into college life. He was leading Miami to an 11-1 season.
It was during Dorsey's junior season that his mother discovered Larry and Penny Thompson Park and Campground, a spread containing avocado and mango trees, wildflowers, palmettos and rock pinelands.
Not only had her son's decision to attend Miami been proved correct, but Maggie Dorsey had also fallen in love with South Florida and, well, she missed her son.
So, for the past two football seasons, she has lived in a 32-foot motor home at Thompson Park with her two cats, Timmy and Tillie, and her dog, Frank.
An orange Miami banner ruffles in the warm wind over an awning, and a Hurricane Lane street sign stands sentinel at the front fender; this is perhaps the best place in the world to find out how one of college football's most successful quarterbacks got that way.
Since Maggie Dorsey joined her son for fall semesters, Ken Dorsey's team is 24-0. In his career as a starter, he is 38-1. He led the Hurricanes to a national title last season and is a Fiesta Bowl victory over Ohio State away from another. It's too simple to say he is a mama's boy; his parents divorced when he was young, and Ken and his brother, Adam, lived part time with their father, Tom Dorsey. They remain a family unit, and Tom and Adam Dorsey have logged thousands of frequent-flier miles watching Ken play in college.
But Maggie Dorsey shares a practical streak with her son, which explains the motor home in Miami, and she has a mother-knows-best insight into an underrated quarterback who is salivated over by coaches but often overlooked by the football-watching public.
''We are both linear thinkers and need to work through and process information,'' said Maggie Dorsey, who retired from Pacific Bell after 26 years to start a database business, which enabled her to become a gridiron snowbird. ''We do not see the fantastic very easily, so it's about obsessing over the details and building success step by step.''
A Fan of Game Film
Syracuse Coach Paul Pasqualoni grimaces as he remembers baby-face Dorsey's first pass against the Orangemen four years ago: a 17-yard pass on an out pattern to the future N.F.L. first-round draft pick Santana Moss. It was thrown perfectly over the shoulder of another future first-rounder, Syracuse's defensive back Will Allen. Pasqualoni swears he never saw a freshman so prepared.
Virginia Tech Coach Frank Beamer pulls his cap off and, in exasperation, brushes his hand through his hair remembering the many nightmares of having his Hokies chase Dorsey. He insists he has never seen a quarterback so smart.
''He's a mind reader who knows what defense we're in as soon as we break from the huddle,'' said Beamer, whose team, like Pasqualoni's, never beat Miami with Dorsey starting.
Those are nice tributes, but Maggie Dorsey knows her son's football acumen has far more to do with incessant film study than a gift for the game. In fact, when he was in junior high school in Northern California, he was kind of an athletic mutt. He was a reserve wide receiver on his flag football team, and he rose only as high as the B team in basketball, the sport he loved.
''There were days I'd be driving Kenny and Adam home from school and I'd look over and see what they were doing,'' Maggie Dorsey said. ''Adam was always the artistic one, and he'd be gazing out the window and then get all excited and tell me about the 18-hole golf course he was designing in his head. Kenny, on the other hand, would have his nose in a book and be real matter-of-fact.
''He'd tell me about the homework he had to do, how long it was going to take him to finish it, then where he was going to go play ball. Kenny always had a goal, but he also had a plan of how he was going to accomplish it.''
Ken Dorsey had plenty of opportunity to give up his athletic ambitions. Until high school, Adam was the better athlete and the better chess player. He was always tormenting his brother. At night, they would pull every lamp out of the house, remove the shades and transform the Dorsey basketball court into a lighted open-air arena.
Maggie Dorsey would hear the cries and arguments ringing into the night. Ken Dorsey looks pained now remembering Adam's hard fouls. ''My brother never gave me anything but a strong distaste for losing,'' he said.
The games started going the other way in high school as Ken grew long and thin and his brother pursued his artistic bent. Adam, a graduate of Florida State, is pursuing a career in film and video production. One of his early works was a highlight reel of Ken's playing days at Miramonte High School in Orinda, Calif., where he lost once in two years as the starter; the videotape found its way to Larry Coker, who was then Miami's quarterbacks coach.
''The numbers were there, as were the tools,'' said Coker, who is now in his second year as head coach and is still undefeated because, he says frequently, of Dorsey. ''But there were two things that made him stand out: he wanted, no, really needed, to win, and he wanted to know as much as you did.''
Homesick or not, Dorsey spent his freshman year seeking out the former Miami quarterbacks Gino Torretta, Steve Walsh and Bernie Kosar, who remain familiar faces on the university's Coral Gables campus.
You can almost see the film images of the three players reflecting in Dorsey's eyes as he breaks down each of their strengths.
''Gino was the master of getting back quick and getting rid of it,'' Dorsey said. ''Steve recognized coverages instantly. With Bernie it's more all around. It's freaky how similar our careers have been here.''
Kosar and Dorsey were thrust into the starting lineup as young quarterbacks and overcame early mistakes that could have derailed their college careers before they had begun.
In the second game of Dorsey's sophomore season, the Hurricanes traveled to Washington and were harassed and upended by the Huskies. His statistics were solid, but for the only time in his collegiate career, Dorsey looked lost behind center.
It was Kosar who sought him out afterward and told him about a similar dismal outing he had endured against Florida. ''Both of us tried to check off on the first play, and it snowballed from there,'' Dorsey said. ''He told me to forget about it.''
Dorsey did, and Miami has not lost since.
Life Without the Heisman
Maggie Dorsey knows her son is an A-teamer, but recognizes the B-team mentality that drives him. For the second consecutive December, they traveled to New York so Dorsey could sit on the dais as a finalist for the Heisman Trophy.
Last year, they watched Nebraska's Eric Crouch win the award. This year, it was Carson Palmer of Southern California who was anointed the nation's most outstanding college football player while Dorsey finished a well-beaten fifth. In some ways, her son's poor showing was a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Tired of people picking apart his skills and crediting his success to a talented team, Dorsey lashed out at his critics during the final weeks of the regular season. He said he did not deserve their second-guessing nor did he need their praise or the trophy. His won-lost record spoke for itself.
Maggie and Ken Dorsey sat here in the motor home in the weeks before the Heisman was awarded and talked about what the trophy meant -- to college football, to the Dorseys. Mother will say what son will not: He wanted to win the Heisman. Mother also will say what mothers do when they feel their son has been wronged.
''We had players up for eight national awards and only one, Kenny's roommate, won,'' said Maggie Dorsey, referring to Miami's Brett Romberg, who won the Rimington Award for the nation's best center. ''The Hurricanes are 12-0, have won 34 games in a row, and are playing for a second consecutive national championship. I find it hard to believe they were not recognized more than that.''
She allowed that Dorsey was disappointed by the Heisman results, but said she saw the same reaction from him as when he was a boy being driven home from school. He focused on getting back to Miami and final exams and walking down the aisle at last week's graduation ceremony. He earned a degree in business.
''He already has moved on,'' she said proudly.
In the days leading to Christmas, so did Maggie Dorsey. She folded up the Miami banner, took the Hurricane Lane sign into the motor home and began the cross-country drive to Northern California. School is out for the Dorseys and there is no longer a reason for mother or son to be nauseated.
Photos: Quarterback Ken Dorsey receiving his diploma from Donna E. Shalala, Miami's president.; Maggie Dorsey staked out a spot in a Miami campground the last two falls to be near her son Ken. (Photographs by Gary I. Rothstein for The New York Times)(pg. D1); Ken Dorsey's team is 24-0 since his mother started driving cross-country to spend football seasons near him. Over all, he is 38-1 as Miami's starting quarterback. (Associated Press)(pg. D5)
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