I ran into Mike Leach one time...at the memorial for the USS Arizona in Honolulu, Pearl Harbor. As you know, the viewing platform is over the sunken battleship. A noisy, annoying kid was climbing all over the rails and his parents/keepers were doing nothing to stop him. The kid was actually on the other side of the rail and dipping his fingers in the water. A big guy with messy black hair, sunglasses and three-days growth reaches over with one hand, grabs the kid by his belt and lifts him over the rail and plants him on the deck of the memorial.
"Kid, there are enough dead Americans down there, don't you think? Now stay on this side and pipe-down, or I'm going to make sure you get a much closer look at what's down there? OK?"
As he walked by, he took off his glasses and I noticed it was Leach. It was not a "laughing" kind of place, but I had to struggle to keep from it.