By Ed Piper
Covering the retirement of Bill Walton's number 32 jersey at Helix High Fri., Jan. 3, brought some recollections of where, exactly, I had encountered the 6'11" behemoth in person.
The two instances, actually, came in basketball arenas, with me as one of the spectators during a basketball game or practice. Both occurred within less than two years of each other.
The first came during the Naismith Hall of Famer's freshman year at UCLA. Remember, freshmen at that time could not play on the varsity team. The freshmen beat the varsity, which won the NCAA title, in the annual game between the two! Imagine.
The UCLA freshmen, stocked with Greg Lee, a high school All-American, and Hank Babcock, another high school All-American, besides Walton, played at Moorpark College in Ventura County, where I grew up from age nine.
It was a packed house, everyone drawn by these future heirs to the John Wooden dynasty that was midway through its run, during which the legendary coach won 10 NCAA titles in 12 years--a feat that would be impossible now.
I remember Walton, a big redhead with long hair, as pretty goofy, prancing around the basketball floor down below--looking like a goof-off. He was big, gangly, and demonstrative. A guy that big and skinny draws attention. But, obviously, he could play ball.
The UCLA frosh wiped the Moorpark Raiders off the floor, winning by 30 points or more. Walton had four dunks, and generally was his playful self.
Despite the display of dominance, and the sizeable margin the baby Bruins beat Moorpark by, I turned to a friend who attended with me and remarked, "This guy is going to continue the UCLA tradition?" It was a little hard to believe at that point.
Well, the Bruins were even better with Walton at center than they had been with Lew Alcindor/later Kareem Abdul Jabbar in the pivot. Walton's gang won 88 games in a row, and Wooden was able to instill discipline in Walton that helped him the rest of his life.
The second "encounter" with Walton occurred only a short while later, two years later, beginning my sophomore year in college, when I enrolled at Moorpark College after spending one year in L.A. and feeling homesick as a too-young 17-year-old at Occidental College.
Our Raider basketball team was among the many teams invited to a "public" workout of the UCLA varsity, narrated by Coach John Wooden in Pauley Pavilion. It was awesome.
True to his reputation, Walton, by now a long-haired student protestor on campus (which I also became in college), goofed off during the practice and Wooden made some comment, like, "Yeah, someone's making a remark"--in other words, playing down whatever he did.
Wooden and Walton became close friends, despite their total difference in demeanor and style.
So, those were the two crossings I had from a distance with Bill Walton, and they came home to me when I ventured out to Helix High for the gathering of his high school teammates and coach, Gordon Ash.