Bill Walton units up his easel within the entrance of the out-of-the-way resort assembly room within the Indianapolis Inn. It’s on this resort the place his UCLA Bruins are staying earlier than tonight’s Final Four sport in opposition to undefeated Gonzaga.
He units a 10-foot-by-10-foot chart on the easel exhibiting John Wooden’s “Pyramid of Success” picture that has offered thousands and thousands of copies worldwide.
Two gigantic males begin getting into the room: Lew Alcindor, Sven Nater, each over 7 ft tall, sit down within the entrance row of the cheesy-sized chairs. They’re adopted by the UCLA gamers about to tackle the nation’s finest basketball crew, Gonzaga. Johnny Juzang struts in first adopted by Jaime Jaquez Jr. They squat within the second row.
“Alexa,” Walton barks at his synthetic intelligence machine. “Play ‘Eyes of the World’ by the Grateful Dead.”
Alexa cranks up the tune.
“The eyes of the world will be fixated on you UCLA Bruins tonight,” says Walton. “The question is are you ready for this moment in world history to take the Bruins back to the top of the basketball pyramid? Look at this chart. Memorize it. Meditate about it. It’s the essence of life, of tonight’s game, of your very reason for being alive. Everything you need to know about how to win tonight’s game is covered right here in this pyramid.”
He factors to one of many rocks on the pyramid.
“I want you to focus on this one, Self Control. Self Control, it says, is the practice of self-discipline and keeping emotions under control. Good judgment is essential.”
“Excuse me, sir, first of all, who are you?” asks Johnny Juzang. “And second, I can’t see the chart because there are two 7-foot men I’ve never seen before in front of me.”
“You don’t know who I am?” asks Walton. “I led UCLA to two national titles and was the national player of the year twice. You need to have the self-control to learn your history, Juzang. You need to read up on the Egyptians. They built pyramids. It took them tens of thousands of years but they had the self-control to persist. Many of them spent their whole lives building pyramids and never even saw them finished. That’s self-control. That’s what you guys need tonight.”
“Mr. Walton,” says Juzang. “It’s kind of hard to hear you with that song playing so loud. And I can’t see the charts, as I said.”
“You need to have the self-control to listen to this song and listen to me educate you on the pyramid of success all at once,” stated Walton. “In order to beat Gonzaga, you’re gonna need that kind of mental strength and calmness of mind.”
“Alexa, louder,” Walton shouts on the machine.
Eyes of the World blares louder. It shakes the partitions and flooring.
“The Eyes of the World will be watching you Bruins tonight,” says Walton. “You better be ready for this moment. You better be thinking like Egyptian pyramid builders, building your lives stacking one piece of rock at a time. From Egypt to Siberia to Alaska to Los Angeles, the eyes of the world will be dialed into you guys playing basketball tonight in the biggest moment of your lives. Nothing you do the rest of your lives will compare to the opportunity you’ll have on the court tonight, to slay the undefeated Zags and put your names into the rafters of Pauley Pavilion forever with the all-time greats like me and Lew.”
“Sir, who’s Lew?” asks Juzang.
“He’s sitting right in front of you, the great Lew Alcindor. He’s got copies of the books he’s written for sale today. You can buy them at a volume discount.”
Walton then turns to Alexa once more and shouts. “Play ‘High Time’ by the Grateful Dead.
Alexa pulls that tune out of her playbook and cranks it.
“You know why we’re here, this Brotherhood of Bruins? You know what this is? This is high time. It’s time to get high. It’s time to fly onto that court and rise above the rims and never stop rising until the end of the game when it’s high time to cut down the nets.”
Alcindor, Nater, and the Bruins collect in entrance of the easel and huddle. They put their fists within the center. Walton shouts “one, two, three”:
They all chant in unison “self-control.”
Walton grabs his easel and pyramid chart and Alexa retains cranking “High Time.”
Then, single file, they dash out of the assembly room and straight over the stadium shouting “self-control, self-control, self-control.”
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