This is the first time in nineteen years that Chanukah coincided with schools’ Christmas vacation. What it means for me personally is that my son and I off from work/school at the same time, which rarely happens. It has been joy for me having him home, indulging on conversations, favorite family meals, and sports. Since he got home there has been football, soccer, or hockey on tv everyday and we still have a few days before he goes back to his program. One sport notably absent is basketball. When I was just his age I stopped watching most basketball. The generation of kids who grew up wanting to play like Mike did not necessarily hone their games. Defense became a thing of the past and players in general did not play as impassioned as the Bulls championship teams of my adolescence. My son and I had a long conversation about this the other morning- as this first generation after his Royal Airness came of age and gave the game over to the players we see now, the NBA has deteriorated to the product we now see on the court. Those of us who enjoyed the Bulls beating the Knicks 88-84 on a regular basis cannot bear to watch most of the current iteration of the NBA. This fall for the first time in a while I found myself pining for basketball and have actually read more basketball than football books during this baseball offseason. One coach who would surely not approve of today’s version of basketball is the Wizard of Westwood, John Wooden. I decided to wrap up my reading year with a fun remembrance of UCLA’s glory years during some watershed moments in American history.
John Wooden was not suited for the glitz and glamor of Los Angeles, the city of stars. A midwestern farm boy, he came of age when ball was played below the rim, and the two handed set shot and stall tactics ruled the day. Once he transitioned from player to coach, he taught fundamentals and life lessons to generations of ball players. Although his dream jobs were Indiana and Purdue, after a stop at the school that is now Indiana State, Wooden caught the attention of the fledgling program at the University of California, Los Angeles. John and his wife Nell moved cross country to the Westwood section of Los Angeles and never left, becoming pillars of a university in a state that developed into a powerhouse after World War II. By the time he coached his last game in 1975, Wooden would become the most revered name in college basketball. His day came later in his career, after the invention of television and games attracting big name high school stars from coast to coast. The best athletes played three or more sports and did not specialize. Even when stars came to Westwood, much like those across the country in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, they played for Wooden as a team. His attention to fundamentals and life lessons made him more fit to be a minister than a basketball coach. He was tough on his players, who appreciated the life coaching for decades after leaving school. By the late 1960s, Wooden’s style of coaching and teaching would come to a head with the powder keg of the civil rights and hippie movements emerging in society.
The first star to play for Wooden was Gail Goodrich who later went on to enjoy a long NBA career. Goodrich’s teams in the mid 1960s won Wooden’s first two championships and cemented UCLA as a top basketball destination. Before the NCAA tournament became what it is today, teams played against teams from their region only until they reached the final four. The west was not a basketball hotbed like it is today, and UCLA had a cakewalk through also rans until they reached the final rounds. While this was not a factor in his recruiting, New York’s Lew Alcindor wanted to go as far from his parents as possible. Although Michigan would have been an ideal school, UCLA was as far from his parents as he could get, so UCLA it was. At the time freshmen did not play for varsity, and Alcindor, who had learned to loathe the white man in New York, felt removed from the average college student. He forged friendships with teammates, an unlikely one with Lakers star Jerry West, and looked up to Muhammed Ali, which lead to his own conversion to Islam. Wooden supposedly had no idea that Alcindor along with guard Lucius Allen were that unhappy. His bottom line was winning, and once Alcindor became eligible, all his teams did was win. Being removed from this generation, I only remember Kareem Abdul Jabbar as an aging Lakers’ star then broadcaster. My dad, who was at Michigan during Alcindor’s reign, notes that his teams were too good. Michigan was no slouch, wirh future NBA player Cazzie Russell. Had Alcindor and Allen transferred to Ann Arbor, it would have been a different color blue and yellow winning championships. Like Wooden, Alcindor was good on his word and remained at UCLA even if he did not enjoy his time there despite the championships. That was both on Wooden and the environment surrounding the school. In a few years, once Alcindor was established in the NBA, Westwood would become even more diametrically opposed to Wooden’s ideals.
The other star author Scott Howard-Cooper focuses on is Bill Walton. I never liked Walton as a player or broadcaster, but I think that is the jealousy he had of Bulls’ championship teams, and it rubbed me the wrong way. Walton wanted to play for UCLA from the time he was in sixth grade. He saw them on tv and occasionally took in games at Pauley Pavillion. In hindsight, rhe emerging hippie Walton should have considered Berkeley or Stanford which were more of student communities and much more in tune to his anti war political ideals. Walton could not stand Wooden’s sock and shoe or hair length rules. He had no desire to practice basketball offseason, choosing instead to surf and ride his bike. Yet, Walton’s teams were among the best that Wooden had. With the Pac-8 and west having little competition, Wooden scheduled games against top opponents such as Houston, North Carolina State, and Notre Dame. Walton’s class was superior to all of these teams and at one point won eighty eight games in a row. By their senior year, Walton and friends were burnt out and wanted to be done with Wooden and his rules. The coach did not see it, a man of his convictions to the end. Long before mental health became a focus in society, coaches coached. They did not act as father figures to their players off the court. As such, Walton’s team crashed and burned, perhaps leading Wooden to early retirement. Of course, family dinners were more important to Wooden than coaching or recruiting. Once Walton left, Wooden most likely, encouraged by Nell, would have retired soon anyway.
Today UCLA’s basketball court is the Wooden Center. Once the coach retired, he became a sought after speaker on fundamentals and wrote still popular books on the subject. Both Kareem and Walton became stars in the NBA and mended relationships with their college coach later in life. The 1960s were a difficult time to be a youth, and those born in the 1910s could not relate. I have noticed this in other books I have read this year as well. One Los Angeles icon who Wooden should have forged a lifelong friendship with was Dodgers broadcaster Vin Scully. They were men of a similar age who both were better suited for the clergy than their chosen professions. Whether the two crossed paths, neither this book or Scully’s biography that I read earlier this year mentions it. I am certain that Wooden would not be pleased with the current iteration. He liked to run but not to a tune of 140 points a game. He stressed defense and fundamentals, team play and no dunking. The current star of the league agrees to a certain extent and says that his long time rivalry with another aging star is still the best part of the NBA. Over the holiday, the Los Angeles Lakers beat the Golden State Warriors 115-113. That is the equivalent of the 88-84 Bulls-Knicks games that I grew up watching. I think the Wizard of Westwood would approve, and I have hope that the game is trending in the right direction. The glory days of UCLA basketball have been a fun way to wrap up my reading year. Now on to the next one.
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