I’ve got dreams to remember.
In another time’s forgotten space, I used to play on a really good basketball team, which happened to be under the calm, soothing supervision of a genteel English teacher. The guy was totally into poetry. He completely changed my life forever.
We called him “Coach,” but he was so much more than that. He was everything to us, and he liked it that way. Mostly he was responsible—to and for us.
Excerpted from the book Wooden: Basketball & Beyond: The Official UCLA Retrospective