Words can paint pictures but occasionally something—or someone—is so amazing it needs to be seen. A humpback whale breaching. A volcano erupting. A Cirque du Soleil ensemble performing. Bill Walton signing autographs. Remarkable performances beyond description.
I was outside the Intercontinental Hotel in Boston waiting for Charles Barkley to return from the Eagles concert at Gillette Stadium. It was an off-night during the NBA Finals and I was tracking Sir Charles on Twitter. Fellow concert-goers were tweeting their sightings, allowing me to estimate Barkley’s ETA with some accuracy. While monitoring I discovered that fellow Hall of Famer—and classic rock aficionado—Bill Walton was also at the show.
Near midnight a white limo pulled into the valet drive-through, its passenger’s ample, smiling head beamed from the rear passenger window which had been rolled down. Walton flung his legs out onto the cobblestone, his knees swinging under him like brass hinges. He wore cheap khakis almost white in color and one pocket was stained with ink as if a pen exploded. They were sandwiched between a navy blue NBA Cares fleece pullover and bright white tennis sneakers.
This is where the words end and the video begins.
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