Perhaps the one blessing in an otherwise frustrating recovery from the stroke he suffered two years ago this month is that Tex Winter can still watch the game he loves. And still dissect it.
He can’t talk about it much. Nor can he write down what he is thinking. “But you give him a piece of paper and tell him to draw out what they’re doing in the game on TV, and he’ll diagram the play,” said Winter’s son Brian.
The arcs and lines, x’s and o’s, form a sort of basketball poetry that the 89-year-old created and immersed himself in throughout a storied coaching career, earning him a well-deserved, if tardy, induction into the Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame this summer.