Clippings Serve As a Reminder of Wooden Impact
Every time I watch a college basketball game, the image of John Wooden always seems to pop into my mind. I am not sure why. In truth, I was never much of a UCLA fan. During the Bruins’ winning years, I often rooted against the Bruins, always hoping they would fail. But, in the end, the Wooden-led teams most often prevailed and in a classy way. Coach Wooden was always kind and respectful of opponents and everyone he met or talked with; was a keen mind and brilliant strategist on the basketball court. At least from this writer’s perspective, Wooden, who died in 2010, was not only the greatest-ever college basketball coach but also a great man. Nearly every day, I am reminded about Wooden from clippings that hang in a frame on my bedroom wall. Years ago when my uncle Ed Ralston passed away, he left some old clippings, including several from the San Diego Union about Wooden’s final championship, his 10thin his 12 years. While I did not root for UCLA, I always respected the school...