DALLAS — My first one-on-one with Mike Leach was over the phone, his preferred method of communication outside the bigger pulpit of press conferences. He liked the freedom, and, to his credit, he always called back. Almost to a fault. Like the time the Houston Chronicle’s Joseph Duarte waited all day on Leach before giving up and going to bed.
At 2 a.m., a ringing phone stirred Duarte from his slumber. Sure enough, it’s the Pirate, calling from a Lubbock drive-thru.
“Were you asleep?” he asked.
