She hesitates. "Yeah, I think."
He wears jeans, sandals and a white golf shirt with the insignia of Fuzzy's Place, an Atlanta bar whose owner played football at Georgia with Scott. Fuzzy Cawthon, 56, had died the previous week. Scott, who gave Cawthon his nickname, might not surface much, but he holds friendships fiercely. A few years ago another Georgia teammate, Dick Young, was dying and Scott rushed from Australia hoping to see him but arrived too late.
Cawthon was the second close friend Scott lost in October. The first was more traumatic. It came aboard the custom-made, 41-foot catamaran Scott bought earlier this year. He named it the Mele Kai, Hawaiian for either "Mary of the Seas" (Mary is Scott's mother's name) or "Song of the Seas."
Beyond personal fishing trips, the idea was to have tourists rent the boat for trips. Bill Lawrence, a longtime friend and Hawaiian boat captain, became Scott's business partner and would go out with tourists.
On Oct. 8, Scott and Lawrence were carrying officials of a major Hawaiian canoe-paddling competition from Kauai to the island of Molokai. Scott was in another part of the boat when he noticed it drifting. Lawrence, he found, had suffered a heart attack.
"We tried CPR, mouth-to-mouth, everything,'' Scott says. "There wasn't anything to do to help him. We could only cover him up."
He takes off his glasses, wipes his eyes.
"It makes you look at things, reminds you what's important, what's not. It also means I'm getting old."
Fall-out with Shula
Question No. 3: What's up between him and Shula?
"Don Shula is a good man," Scott says. "He was a great coach. And he made a mistake."
There, in three definitive sentences, stories are unlocked that rumble across the years. If his friends' deaths tell how deeply Scott can love, these stories tell how long he can remember.
Let's start here: Legendary Georgia coach Vince Dooley says Scott is the best athlete he ever coached. Yes, better than Herschel Walker. But in 1968, after winning its final regular-season game, the team sent Scott into Dooley's office carrying oranges as the players' vote for an Orange Bowl bid and national title matchup. But Dooley, in a move he regrets, privately had signed already to play in a lesser Sugar Bowl.
Scott cut Dooley from his life right there. This wasn't just a football issue to him. It went deeper. It was about loyalty and trust. College juniors weren't eligible for the NFL draft then, so Scott left for the Canadian Football League and stayed away from Georgia until Dooley left.
In 2001, Dooley offered to lobby Scott for the College Football Hall of Fame. Having no way to reach him, Dooley sent word through a friend that Scott only had to promise he would attend the induction ceremony. Scott sent word back not to bother.
Scott and Shula once were close. Shula took a snowmobile with his family up to Scott's Colorado home. They had lunch together in Vail. His oldest son, David, wore No. 13 in football because Scott "was his idol," Shula says.
But at some point that changed. Scott loved the mind and tactics of Shula's defensive coordinator of the Super Bowl years, Bill Arnsparger. But like many teammates he didn't respect Arnsparger's successor, Vince Costello.
During one practice in 1974, Scott yelled at Costello, telling the coach he didn't know what he was talking about. When Shula hustled across the field to ask what happened, Scott said, "I wasn't f------ talking to you."