BATON ROUGE, La.—We were seated together, not quite socially distant at that time, because this was late February and the pandemic… the pandemic was still, reportedly, nowhere near America. So Mike Leach and I, maskless, shared stories for more than an hour in his office.
He talked about how it’s a pain in the ass to find a house in Starkville, Miss. (he vetoed about a dozen before settling on a winner). We talked about how Starkville, less than 15 years ago, enforced a ban on selling cold beer. “Oh, really?!” he responded.
We talked and talked, because that’s what Leach does, he talks and he also calls plays, fantastically calls plays, in fact.