Tim was my linebacker coach on the San Antonio Gunslingers. I was (initially very unhappily) traded to the SA Guns and met Tim in the hotel lobby where the team stayed during training camp.
Amid that day's confusion, apparently I missed a meeting Coach Marcum had told me about when we met that first time, and he later chewed me out about my no show. With my being irritated about the trade to San Antonio and wondering "who the hell is this guy", I chewed right back. Tim scheduled another meeting with me that night.
Figuring I was in for another butt chewing, and still unhappy about the trade, I showed up at the meeting "with my stinger out" as Coach would say. Tim opened the door, invited me in, and handed me a cold beer out of the cooler. "We seemed to have gotten off on the wrong foot. You are from Coahoma, Texas, and I'm from Roscoe---there is no damn reason why we aren't going to get along. You're a pretty good player, and I'm a pretty good coach, we can do some good things".
That is Tim Marcum. Charmer, Mentor, Coach, and Friend. ....and he was wrong, he wasn't a pretty good coach, he was one hell of a coach.
My condolences to the Marcum family. Mitzi and Michele, your Dad was the BEST!