Bill Walsh, a man who I aspired to be when I was a wee youth, passed away today.
I was too young to understand why the West Coast Offense was revolutionary, all I knew was that the 49ers won a whole lot because they were classy, smart, hard-working, professional, and that the organization was best exemplified in their avuncular but fiercely competitive head coach.
In many ways, I’ve always run my shows and play rehearsals in the same way that I imagine Bill Walsh would have run football practices: an abundance of smart and detailed preparation so when “game day” came (the shoot or a performance), we would be ready for multiple contingencies and be able to make good choices in the heat of battle.
He was 75.
The legend that is Bill Walsh.
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