God, I fucking love Bill Walton. I’m pretty sure everyone loves Bill Walton. It’s impossible not to. He’s been gone from our lives way too long. I miss those shitty Pac-12 Thursday and Saturday night games with him on the call talking about God know’s what and biting into very much lit cupcakes.
Luckily for us he made an appearance last night in Portland. And let me tell you, this man had to be high as hell. Look at that face when he’s on the end of the bench in a critical minute. He’s analyzing the entire thing and trying to figure out if he can check in. Bob Weir can’t even hold him back.
So I ask you. How high was this man last night?