By Allen Moff | Staff Writer
The first football coach I covered when I took over the Kent State beat back in the mid-1990s was Jim Corrigall.
He was a stud defensive lineman during his playing days, a three-time First-Team All-MAC performer who went on to a Hall of Fame career with the CFL’s Toronto Argonauts, and he had the crooked fingers to prove it.
Fingers are supposed to look like lower-case ls, but most of his looked more like upper-case Ls. I enjoyed working with Jim, thoroughly respected him as a person, player and coach, and was admittedly somewhat in awe of this football legend I was assigned to cover as a 22-year-old first-year beat writer.
I remember one day after practice I was interviewing coach Corrigall just outside the locker room at Dix Stadium and a nasty storm rolled in. As the winds and lightning picked up speed and the clouds turned darker, people started running inside while we continued our interview under increasingly menacing skies.
One manager told coach that he’d better take cover, and at this point I thought we’d quickly heed that warning.
“If you live right, you have nothing to worry about,” Corrigall told that young man.
At this point I realized we weren’t going anywhere. I looked at Corrigall, then glanced toward the sky. I moved a little closer to coach, and the interview continued.