PHOTOS BETSY CAROTHERS + NAOMI BAKER
Many of Steve Gladstone’s interviews read the same. And as he sits across from me leaning back in his chair, heels crossed on his desk, hands folded behind his head, silver belt buckle engraved with his initials, it is very obvious this is a position he knows well. Cast from a similar mould as his radio journalist father, he is a man comfortable in his control to tell his own story. Only once in our conversation did he ask for a comment to be withheld from the article.
Gladstone quipped, “Memories aren’t really what happened, they are memories of what happened.” This practiced interpretation of his coaching life is not trite or any less meaningful for its repetitive nature, but it would bore my editor. If you are looking for him recounting the glory of Cal or Brown, or Cal again, I suggest you find those other articles. They accurately detail his winning record faithfully and present to you a champion coach.