I can pinpoint exactly when my nostalgia for long-tenured head football coaches ran dry.
We've seen coaches enjoy near-mythic status who then turned out to be horrific human beings, and after that I soured on the whole "let's build literal statues of people when all we really know about them is that they managed to be just good enough not to get fired for a very long period of time" thing.
But I get it; Woody Hayes working on 50 year-to-year contracts for peanuts because he was a crazy person and also just really, really, really liked where he was and what he was doing scratches a very specific itch in my Midwestern lizard brain.