They make movies about guys like Jim Harbaugh.
They involve a lot of shooting and impossible action and an aloof hero who speaks in cryptic phrases and with a cunning others can’t even imagine somehow saves a group embroiled in some sort of hopeless crisis.
Back in the day, this kind of movie would star Bruce Willis. Yippee-ki-yay, 49ers.
I’d describe Harbaugh as more eccentric than outright cool. He’s John McClane -- with a “Monk” bent.
Harbaugh’s press conferences don’t even make sense sometimes, and I don’t think it’s on purpose, as opposed to surly Bill Belichick’s brevity.
I ran into him one time as he was coming out of a convenience store near Chargers Park. He was holding the two bites that remained of a hot dog, and he got right in my face to ask me a question about something that I don’t remember. I was too busy looking at the mustard that had somehow made it onto his nose. I remember wondering why in the world he had attacked that dog so ferociously.