The late afternoon sunlight has dissolved to the color of weak tea, pushing the shadows deeper into the living room, and Lou Saban is still going strong after three hours of talking about football.
He sits on a couch in his Myrtle Beach home, soft jazz murmuring on the stereo and Lola, one of his two miniature poodles, perched on a cushion behind his left shoulder.
It is a passionate discourse, and if you close your eyes and listen carefully to the pitch and timbre of his voice, to the thunder of his laugh and softer tones of disappointment and loss, you see it for what it is, a coach's life stretching more than 50 years, five yards at a time. more
He sits on a couch in his Myrtle Beach home, soft jazz murmuring on the stereo and Lola, one of his two miniature poodles, perched on a cushion behind his left shoulder.
It is a passionate discourse, and if you close your eyes and listen carefully to the pitch and timbre of his voice, to the thunder of his laugh and softer tones of disappointment and loss, you see it for what it is, a coach's life stretching more than 50 years, five yards at a time. more
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