At the conclusion of each of Sullivan’s brutal Practices, players retreated back to the dorm they affectionately referred to as the Alamo. But any hopes the Alamo would serve as a refuge from Sullivan himself we’re misconceived. In an arrangement unfathomable by today’s standards, Coach Sullivan, his wife, Virginia, and their four children, occupied an apartment on the first floor of the dorm. And the unparalleled around-the-clock proximity of coach to players created some of the most memorable aspects of life in Scuba.
I could walk up the steps of Alamo. They were wooden steps, and I could walk up those steps as glide as light as I was, about 150 pounds. And you could hear every one of those steps creek and squeak, Coach Sullivan could walk up those steps, and never a sound was heard. And it was just like the death angel that was spoken of in the Bible. You knew something big was about to happen. You just didn’t know what it was
in the past 30 in the morning, he was standing in my doorway. And I thought I was having a nightmare.
Bob “Bubba” Sulivan
He appear in the doorway just like it was a ghost or something
And all of a sudden, we heard a loud Bella. And it was coach Sullivan
double flew. I don’t know if he kicked it out. Or it just flew from his loud voice.
And then he belted everybody out of the wreck.
And if you are not out of your rack, or your doors not open, when you got to your room, he turned bunkers, he’ll just grab a rack.
He was most horrifying experience, most horrifying thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
The last thing you would ever want to happen is for him have a bed check and you’d not be in it. Because it was gonna be a pretty rough day for you the next day. I witnessed other guys going through that, I never missed a bed check. I was a little obsessive when it came to that stuff.
I had to go to the restroom after curfew. And I slipped into the men’s restroom or the restroom there and was relieving myself. And I heard Kosova coming down the hall. And he looked in a dorm and then he said “Holbrook! What are you doing out of the rack?” He said “this is my time. Your own my time. Get your in the bed now.” And you talking about moving down the hall and I had to go by him in the door because he was standing in the doorway and I just looked up at him and I thought maybe you know, this is my last night and
he kicked over the 55 gallon drum on the top floor and that thing roll right down the middle of the hallway
Metal Trash Can. You’re just mad, you hear that! Three o’clock in the morning come rolling down the hall just jump in here.
And of course we hit the ground, if we were trembling. The (3:08) lactation goes cold out the National Guard. five cars far out in front of cars. you gentlemen cannot to garden build and draw your equipment. have very foolishly said, coach. We aren’t in the guard. So you’re in it Now! Get out there! We did, we went out there and checked out equipment. He’s the one on guard.
We didn’t question him. What he said was law.
It couldn’t raise a lot of ruckus in there with Coach Sullivan and his family downstairs.
Living in that Alamo went like a typical dorm. It’s like living on top your mom and dad.
First of all, the facade looked a little like the Alamo.
The Alamo creaked at night it was almost like a haunted house.
Creepy. You could hear people walking down the hall you could hear people coming up the steps.
It wasn’t uncommon to see a cat come through the Hall of that dorm or a rat.
We had no insulation in it. When the wind would blow you can almost feel it blowing in your room.
If you were play at the hall, roughhousing or something, he was probably checking to know if there’s no falling or not.
Was it nasty, no. Not nasty. Did we like it. Yeah, we loved it.
I love the smell of the fresh paint. When I walked in there the freshman year, coach Sullivan had painted the whole inside of the, above the domitory. He always cleaned it out. He always had it painted and fixed up as best as we could make it.
it very clean. And he saw too that we kept our part of the deal too
But it was old. It was three stories and we had our apartment on the first floor, and they had turned all these dorm rooms into living quarters for us. So each room, the dining room, the kitchen, the bedrooms, everything just went from one room straight to another. And they just removed the dorm doors.
bunk beds were just your typical bunk bed, but they were, there’s no telling how they were. Our furniture was from the dorm rooms, we had the same beds that the guys had, the students had,
Mine and Royce’s bedroom (5:1) his bedroom was right next to the stairway that led upstairs to the second and third floor. So we could hear the players going up and down the stairs all the time. And that was a very sort of satisfying, comforting sound to hear him go up and down.
And we could walk out of any bedroom door and be in the lobby. And Vic and I would roller-skate like crazy in the Alamo. We loved it, that long lobby.
But knowing that his his children were in there, it might be a lot like home. Miss Solomon, you know, she was just as precious and sweet to us. You might walk by and she’ll give you some cookies
seemed like a real jovial family and they really got along together, everybody seemed to be happy.
Little Vic was the one that are observed a lot because he was the errand boy, he would come up in the dorm and say “so and so and so, Dad wants to see you downstairs.”
One night, about three o’clock, I heard a knock on my dorm door, a little bit on the third floor and little Vic said “coach wants to see you” three o’clock in the morning.
Coach was kept a stack of cards beside his bed. And we were aware of this, like at night, sometimes he’d wake up and and draw a player out. Coach Sullivan was sitting in the bed, he was propped up with a bunch of pillows, and he had a table across the front with a projector on it. Miss Sullivan was asleep, laying beside him in the bed and
She’d wake up and hear that thing. whirling and then, he’d have a thing on, all the while that was you know, towel or sheet or whatever, watching a game play.
We could hear him say “Now watch this again, watch it again, make sure you see what’s going on”. See what he’s doing.
He’ll say “So do you’lld think this will work?” And he had drawn it out on a little, his little famous index cards. I said yes, coach, I think it might work. He said we’ll go back to bed. And I was convinced from that point on that he never slept. All he did was think football,
If it was a blank piece of paper it would have a football play on it. One day in church, he pulled out, some, pulled out his pen. And he wrote a football play on this church program. You know, for the day. That was going to be the play we were gonna beat the drums with you know. He thought football all the time. I mean it, he was never not thinking about it. I had this really huge project due for my eighth grade class. And during the evening, Daddy saw all these blank pieces of paper you know because the back was all empty and he wrote football plays all over and when I got up the next morning, I was horrified. I said “Dad!, I have to turn this in today”. Well, that’s the play we’re going to use to be Pearl River. So I took the paper back and I showed my teacher and explained it. This is a play. He’s going to beat Pearl River with this on Saturday. I have to take it home. So she gave me permission to bring it home and recopy those pages that had football plays on it.