"Oh no... No... Put the peanuts dowwwnnnn.... Dowwwnn with two hands, big man."
It's dedication and perserverance that ultimately reward any big man. To battle it out in the trenches, you have to be ready to go war! You can't expect to be given anything, you have to earn it. Frankly, the people in 1st Class just havn't shown up tonight, and it's disgraceful, a laughing stock, this is the playoffs not a wine tasting. I'm embarrased and ashamed. No one can pull of a Bill Walton rant like Bill Walton. He's the William Shakepeare of barely coherent passionate hoops rambling. I used to hate it, but like a bad tasting medicine that's addictive, I've become hooked despite the flavor.
Madden gets mad when he doesn't get his seat on the bus too....unless it's because Brett Farve is sitting in it. Then he would probably just tea bag Brett.
Note to Bill Walton: Please take Doug Collins with you and leave him far, far away from a microphone. I turn down the sound when Collins calls a game.
Bill Walton flies coach, but his dentures fly first class. CHOPPERS, BABY.
I like how Blabbering Bill complains about getting a smoking room at a hotel. I figured he'd just put on some Greatful Dead and spark up a doobie to kill the cigarrette smell. I wonder how much the next guy in the room likes getting a contact buzz from Blazin Bills bong tokes.
"Oh no... No... Put the peanuts dowwwnnnn.... Dowwwnn with two hands, big man." Can't believe I had to wait four hours for that. I've come to expect so much more from you, McSmokey.
