Leach v. James

I am currently watching the Wisconsin - Miami game, which basically demonstrates why Miami is the kind of team that never deserves to win anything because they're such babies.

But during halftime, I got to catch up a bit on the most recent events in the always fascinating life of Mike Leach.

First, let's explain a bit about Mike Leach, and what a confirmed nutcase he is.

Here's my favorite clip from this season of Mike, where he tells the media that the team's problem is his players' fat little girlfriends.

But last year, ESPN did a series of pieces on Leach, because he was in the midst of leading Texas Tech's Red Raiders to an 11-2 finish, the best in school history, I believe. Anyway, apparently in Texas he's like a folk hero. He does the weather, he gives dating advice on a local talk show.

In a word, he's hilarious.

But apparently he's not big on the proper care of his players when they suffer concussions.

Allegedly, Leach got pissed when Adam James, who just happens to be ESPN analyst Craig James's son (geez, I wonder who the "sources close to the family" are), suffered a concussion. He allegedly put the kid in a dark, empty room for three hours because he couldn't practice.

Personally, I think this is symptomatic of a greater issue, which is the football community's disinterest in treating concussions properly.

Now Leach is suspended for the game and he's trying in the courts to get an injunction that will allow him to coach. Probably the best part of this is that if he's still employed by the university on Thursday, they owe him a $800,000 bonus.

But I can't be 100 percent against a man who collects pirate paraphernalia. It's just not realistic that I wouldn't love a person like Mike Leach. So I hope he wins his court filing, if only to watch how ESPN handles it.