This is wild.
Quick story: I texted him once asking about the best prank he had ever seen in CFB. He immediately calls me. āIām glad you asked. So, um, ah, this one time ā¦ā He shares a couple stories and after like 15 minutes, I hear the distinct sound of a whistle.
āMike, where are you right now?ā
āOh, Iām just at practice.ā
āUh, I can let you. This isnāt that important.ā
āAre you kidding me? So, where was I. Oh, yeah, ⦠ā The man picks up right where he left off, offering story suggestions, while coaching practice for another 20 mins.
Another time, at Pac-12 media day,
@ESPNRittenberg and I were talking to Leach. He was our last scheduled interview before lunch. It was
supposed to be about 10 minutes. (That is not, as it turns out, enough time to discuss the merits of rent control.)
I was living in LA at the time. Mike went to law school at Pepperdine and was familiar with the area I lived. In law school, he played in a weekly touch football game somewhere off the Sepulveda Pass. āWe had all these characters out there, but there was this one guyā¦ā
The guy stopped showing up. It was noticeable, but not unusual ā regulars dropped out all the time. But then Mike started seeing the suspect sketches in the newspaper. āThey looked a lot like him.ā
I donāt remember what the timeline was ā or if Leach even told us that part ā but eventually, a picture of the man from the pickup football game showed up in the newspaper. He had been arrested. He was a serial killer.
(And Leach had to be dragged away to his next interview)
Adam and I looked at each other, like "WTF did we just hear? Was that real life?"
Then we had to shift gears back into mundane media day questions about what a great offseason everyone had.
Leach was truly one of a kind.