John Stockton, who will be inducted in the Basketball Hall of Fame this week, could be difficult to work with for the media.

The Utah Jazz's point guard hid out in the training room after games and gave only cursory answers to questions. He never would sit down for profile interviews. He reserved his great wit and warmth for teammates, friends and family only.

Still, watching him from a distance for years, I couldn't help but admire him, and here's why: John Stockton was and is his own man. He never ran with the herd. Like Clint Eastwood and Willie Nelson, he was an original.

Most crave fame; he genuinely didn't want or need it. He was Garbo in shorts, ducking cameras and interviews and publicity. He strived for normalcy and privacy for himself and his family (and pulled it off).

He wore short shorts when the crowd followed the Jordan-inspired, baggy knee-length style. He didn't care that he was out of fashion.

He didn't shave his head a la Jordan or start combing it to attention in that carefully disheveled look that became fashionable. He wore the same boyish, Opie Taylor hairdo he had always worn.

It's not because he was a rebel; he wasn't. He simply made up his own mind about what felt right to him and didn't care what everyone else was doing or what they thought.

He didn't hire an agent. He handled all his negotiations with owner Larry Miller face to face. Who does that?

Or this: He played for the same team during his entire 19-year career.

He didn't conduct his business in the newspaper a la Karl Malone and so many other stars; he never aired his gripes in public. We don't even know if he had any.

He was, above all else, remarkably self-contained.

He was not like most people. He didn't hunger for validation through awards, statistics, publicity or fame, although all of it came his way. He was the antithesis of Terrell Owens and Kobe Bryant and the rest of them.

Miller, the Jazz's late owner, marveled that Stockton never looked at the stat sheet — not at halftime, not even after the game. Miller knew this because he used to visit Stockton in his postgame training-room hideout as the latter iced his feet, and Stockton never looked at the stats. Most players check their points, rebounds, assists, etc., but this was of no interest to Stockton. The only stat he cared about was whether his team won or lost.

When he learned the Jazz planned to stop a game immediately after he broke the NBA records for steals and assists, he tried to talk them out of it. Ditto for a retirement ceremony in his honor. He didn't need it, but he got it anyway.