Once upon a time, Mike Leach was an extreme oddity. He would wax poetic about pirates while gameplanning 60 passes per game and then losing and retrieving his hat in Honolulu and then giving dating advice and more dating advice and doing the weather report in Lubbock and then getting fired after allegedly locking Craig James' kid in a barn or something and then spending his days wandering around southern Florida and fishing before booking it to Washington and doing it all over again. Also he's a lawyer.
The Age of the Stoic Football Coach May Be Passing, to Replaced by a Legion of Jim Harbaughs
