Since the wee hours of Sunday morning, when his phone rang at a time it never rings with good news, Randy Edsall has been a rock.
Edsall looks like he came from central casting, and his performance this week in the face of tragedy has been Oscar-worthy.
But he’s not an actor, and this was no scripted drama. He’s a football coach dealing with real, butt-ugly life.
Jasper Howard survived the meanest streets of Miami, only to meet his violent end in Cow Town, Conn.
Randy Edsall brought Howard to Storrs, and Edsall will close the circle when he brings his team to Miami for Howard’s funeral. The burden must be immense. Edsall grieves for a “son,” as he watches over his other 100+ “sons” who grieve for their “brother.” Some of them will need help even he is incapable or unqualified to give. He will make sure they get it.
I hope Edsall has someone at UConn who watches over him. Someone who will make sure he gets help if he needs it, too.
No one, not even the rock-solid coach, is immune.
(One postscript. When there’s a crash, airlines pull their advertising off the air. I understand Dunkin’ Donuts is an official sponsor of UConn football, and pays to have its logo on the background for news conferences. Perhaps it’s a minor detail, but I think the school and the sponsor would have been better served by its absence.)