I loved Johnny Orr. I was home from school sick as a senior in high school the day Johnny was announced as the NEW IOWA STATE COACH. They came on the air at about 10 AM and interrupted programming to announce it. I can't think of a good analogy to explain to folks who were not Cyclone fans at the time what kind of a shock this was. But, I don't think it would be an exaggeration to compare it to what it would feel like if Nick Saban were to be named ISU football coach. Johnny was that big. Michigan basketball was that big. Iowa State was an absolute nobody in basketball.
No he didn't win at Michigan quite like Saban does at Alabama but you have to remember that college sports were not such a big deal back then. (Johnny's starting salary at ISU was $45,000, a 30% increase over his salary at Michigan.) But Johnny's moving to Iowa State was just that big, even before college sports were a big deal. Had there been an ESPN back then the story would have led the broadcast for a week.
I had two opportunities to meet Johnny personally. In veterinary school at Iowa State, we had him speak to our student group. What a stitch. No pretense, no ego. Just one of the people. Then 10 years later, during the great 2000 season, I attended a pre-game gala of some sort that was held in Scheman prior to our game against Kansas. Johnny was there and by some miracle of fate I found myself standing relatively alone at a buffet table with him. I said, "Coach, I still so appreciate your coming to Iowa State, and everything you've done". He responded with a patented Johnny chuckle and said "Well, coach, you know they paid me a lot more than Michigan!" I laughed and continued to talk to the great man for another 15 minutes or so. I shared with him that I had lived 2 rooms down from Ronnie Harris and Terrance Allen. He said, "Whoowhee, if we'd have had someone to go with Ronnie we'd have been something. Great player. I loved that kid." He went on to share with me that coming to Iowa State was "the best damn thing I've ever did. Coach, I was the lucky one" he said to me.
And that was Johnny Orr. Talking from his heart to a total stranger.
We'll never see him with that fist raised forehead high with that huge smile on his face jaunting around the Hilton Court again. But, I thank God for the many times I witnessed that, and I know that every time Kansas, or Oklahoma State, or Michigan or some other long time power leave Hilton with a loss, and the crowd is loud enough to make an opposing player point at his ear, with a "I can't hear" gesture, that Johnny was there, smiling and raising his fist with joy.