John Wooden has died. Although I haven’t seen anything about him in a few years, I’ll miss him.
He was, of course, a great coach, a real leader, a disciplinarian in an age of militant indiscipline.
I learned today that he also was among history’s great lovers. In his column for ESPN the Magazine, Rick Reilley addresses the following to Wooden’s great-grandson (emphasis added):
… he and your late great-grandmother, Nell, had the truest love I’ve ever seen. Junior high school sweethearts, they were married 53 years until Nell died in 1985. To this day, he writes her a love note every month and sets it on her side of the bed.
John Wooden was a class act. That’s why he’ll be missed.