Worked for more than 20 years, taught courses, received my Ph.D. and retired from FSU.
In the early 90's while interviewing at FSU I had a couple of hours between interviews. I was wandering around the New Athletics Building (The men were in the New building and the women in the old building.) near the football auditorium. Coach snuck up behind me (I wandered into "football only" area) and quipped in his southern drawl, "was there anything in particular you were looking for?" I turned around and found myself looking eye to eye with coach. I said hi coach and told him I was interviewing for a job and my back ground. He was genuine with not too big of an ego. We talked for about 30 minutes. I always had a friendly relationship with him. He usually called me Boston. He was sly like a fox and had more clout than the Governor of Florida.
His players, however, were usually a handful in class. One player I remember (I won't use his name, but he became an NFL Pro Bowler.) . At the end of the first class he asked me "Coach, I have to go to class?"