Wooden, at his Encino home, reads from an assembled book of poems sent to him by one of his former players, Swen Nater.
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(Genaro Molina / Los Angeles Times / March 7, 2006)
THROUGH COACH'S EYES
Hi, Coach. It's me. I'm on the team.
Been looking forward to this day.
Got my glove and got my ball.
Couldn't sleep last night at all,
But here I am, prepared to play.
They say you really love this game,
Not for the glory or the prize.
I want to love it just like you.
So teach me how to love it too.
I want to see it through your eyes.
My other coaches put me down,
And each time something in me dies.
I saved some faith I think is strong,
'Cause I knew you would come along.
I want to see things through your eyes.
I don't believe in me so much.
I'm just a kid inside my shell.
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