You could hardly hear him talk.
John Wooden rasped, his voice “wearing out like everything else,” he says, but not enough to silence the teasing or scolding forthcoming.
“It’s probably a big deal for you to reach 100 years,” he’s told Saturday while he sits and watches the basketball tournament named in his honor in the Honda Center.
“Ninety-nine is a long time too,” he replies with authority.
Or as Bill Walton, sitting to Wooden’s side, puts it: “He’s a man of strong opinions,” and then with a grin, adds, “although he wasn’t one in the habit of listening to our opinions.”