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My Three Sons
Grant Wahl
March 12, 2001
What a long, strange trip it was when the author hooked up with the ol' Deadhead Redhead, Bill Walton, to see a trio of Walton kids play the family sport
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March 12, 2001

My Three Sons

What a long, strange trip it was when the author hooked up with the ol' Deadhead Redhead, Bill Walton, to see a trio of Walton kids play the family sport

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So many nights, so many games. Which is why, as we conclude our journey, I ask Bill Walton if there's such a thing as too much basketball. "There's never enough," he replies. "Basketball is always fresh. Every possession is different, just like every song by Jerry Garcia or Bob Dylan or Neil Young is different. It's about people and emotions and timeless stories. It's about competition."

It's about family, too. Tuffy emerges from the locker room, a beatific smile on his face. "Well done, son," Pops says, and suddenly we're headed, entourage in tow, to yet another postgame meal. Come on, we're on tour, get on the bus before it fills up!

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