It's
that time of year and worth the read.
Written by a sportswriter ...
On the 21st of the month, the best man I know will do what he always
does on the 21st of the month. He'll sit down and pen a love
letter to his best girl.
He'll say how much he misses her and loves her and can't wait to see her
again.
Then he'll fold it once, slide it in a little envelope and walk into
In her memory, he sleeps only on his half of the bed, only on his
pillow, only on top of the sheets, never between; with just the old
bedspread they shared to keep him warm.
There's never been a finer man in American sports than John Wooden, or a
finer coach. He won 10 NCAA basketball championships at UCLA, the last
in 1975. Nobody has ever come within six of him.
He won 88 straight games between
January 30, 1971, and January 17, 1974. Nobody has come within 42 since.
So, sometimes, when the Basketball Madness gets to be too much – too
many players trying to make Sports Center, too few players trying to
make assists, too few coaches willing to be mentors, too many
freshmen with out-of-wedlock kids, too few freshmen who will stay in
school long enough to become men -- I like to go see Coach Wooden.
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