With John Wooden, every day is a classic

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.”