TUCSON, ARIZ. – Easter Sunday, 1983. Arizona baseball coach Jerry Kindall walks through the lobby of a Wilshire Boulevard hotel a few hours before a series finale at UCLA. He is met in a small anteroom by 10 or 12 ballplayers for a brief devotional and prayer.
When the schedule allows, this has been a Sunday routine during Kindall's first 10 seasons as Arizona's baseball coach.
A bus idles in front of the hotel with the rest of Arizona's team and coaches. When the meeting ends, Kindall walks through the lobby, in full uniform, No. 7 on the back of his jersey, and is met by the school's sports information director for baseball.
"Mike," he says, "I understand you are having a difficult time. Let's talk about it."
The media relations man nods. He is going through a divorce.
"It's tough," he says.
Kindall instructs the bus driver to leave for the ballpark. He and the sports information man return to the small room. I'm standing nearby.
"Greg," he says, "I'm going to meet with Mike for a while. Can you wait and give us a ride?"