The internet could have told you Cliff Harris was a potential major NCAA violation waiting to happen at Oregon. And it (the internet) wouldn't have meant that in a bad way. If you've got the right sense of humor about modern college athletics, the guy's already your favorite player, and we (the internet) are betting you don't remember why.
There's a crucial element missing from the majority of major outlet coverage of the fleet-footed Oregon defensive back's arrest for speeding and assorted subsequent traffic court shenanigans: How we met Cliff Harris in the first place.
This is the kid who introduced himself to his teammates for the first time in unforgettable fashion:
"My name is Cliff Harris, and I'm here to lock shit down," the newest addition to the Oregon secondary said. Harris then immediately returned to his seat without uttering another word.
This is the kid who explained his choice to sign with Oregon like so:
I needed to get out of Cali, I didn't want to be no Trojan or no Bruin, but this is close to home still. I love green because money be green.
The rest of this is all just Cliff Harris fulfilling his natural destiny as an entertainer. Welcome back, young man. College football was a dimmer, unfunnier beat without you in the headlines.