Here's an old SI article about Jimmy Johnson, heading into his 4th season as the Cowboys coach, that I always enjoyed.
There's a lot of good stuff in there, but this is my favorite part:
From Tex Ritter to the Big Bopper, from Bum Phillips to Tim McKyer, a wonderful menagerie of free spirits who dreamed bigger dreams than Port Arthur , even in its heyday, could handle are celebrated there. Two of the more prominent exhibits are busts of Janis Joplin and Jimmy Johnson , former schoolmates at Thomas Jefferson High, class of 1960 and '61, respectively. A smart girl and a smart boy, equally driven but in different directions—each was somewhat disgusted by the other's burgeoning talents and antithetical personality. Janis, a painter of some merit and a folk singer in those days, had the look of a beatnik and was called Beat Weeds.
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"They've got a display case," Rhonda cracks, "with Beat Weeds' panties in it."
"Beat Weeds' panties," Jimmy scoffs. "She never wore any panties." And to raised eyebrows all around, he adds, "From what I understand."
I wish I knew someone I could nickname "Beat Weeds." That's a great nickname.
In fact, we need to find someone out there we could nickname "Beat Weeds."