Loved this one, Kelly.

About 6 years ago, I dragged my then-girlfriend to Tracy, California on a work night for a Q&A with Bill Walton. For an audience of maybe 50, he ambled through 20-minute-long replies and stayed on stage until no one had anything left to ask. Each question asked "won" you an item of your choice from his merch table, though he ended up gifting basically everything to all takers. The inscription inside the copy of "Back from The Dead" I picked up is delightfully unhinged.

As a young NBA fan, I didn't get him as a broadcaster -- he was such a departure from what I understood the profession to be -- but eventually came around in a genuine way. The more I learned about his pain and depression, the more I admired his sincere joy for basketball, for bike riding, for being alive. How lucky we all are to be here while the hooping is this good. I'm glad you two got to share a wavelength at All-Star.

Keep throwing it down, big man.