He was holding a bag and egging us linemen on - calling us fat and slow, which actually wasn't incorrect. We were practicing pulling around the tackle to block the DE and my turn came up. As I rounded the tackle, he was right there yelling at me and I gave it all I had. I slammed both my hands into the pad and it upended him and he fell to the ground. Somewhere in that process he broke his ribs. I remember standing there over him while he was rolling around on the ground in pain, and my lineman buddy excitedly announced that I just killed coach.

He never came back that season. New guy came in and we were all instantly afraid of him. He was wide eyed and always super intense - and he always had white powder on his stash. He said it was from powdered donuts.