In a city where men who look like Terry Donahue become movie stars, Donahue became a football coach. And a pretty good one, at that.
When the seemingly ageless Donahue died of cancer on the Fourth of July — with a birth certificate that added up to 77 and an image of somebody 50-something — those of us who are occasionally called on to define legacy are left struggling. We are more accustomed to football coaches who have noses like Knute Rockne and growls like Ed Orgeron. We don’t know how to measure George Clooney in spikes.