This isn't about basketball; it's about making God's reign visible.  

Dear John,

I'm not sure why we think about people more after they die than while they're alive, but your passing away this weekend at the age of 99 had me thinking about you, something I'd not done much of since college.  I'm one of the millions who knew of you and were affected by your life.  I played a little basketball in Jr. High and it was while I was in love with the game that you had your best years at UCLA.  Ten national titles in twelve years?  Nobody's ever come close to matching that, before our since.  But it was the way you built winners that impressed, even as a kid of 14.  You weren't throwing chairs and swearing, you were building young men by teaching the old school values of hard work, discipline, and integrity.