Bill Walton Drinks Alone

For random encounters with drunk athletes and/or celebrities, this could be the most promising weekend of all-time. Enrico Campitelli of The 700 Level is in one of the bloggers in Vegas this weekend, and last night, he ran into Bill Walton. Hammered, and all by his lonesome.

There's nothing at all scandalous about it... it's not like they caught Bill texting Stuart Scott to organize a late night booty call. But chances are, I'm going to go the entire month of February without running into a 50-year-old 7-footer who's too drunk to respond to verbal cues.

The fact that he's alone is the interesting thing about it to me. How does the beloved elder Walton end up all alone in Vegas? Anyone want to take a stab at that? My guess is he had some sort of a minor falling out with his son Luke after Luke said something to him like, "No, dad, I'm sorry, but it's not appropriate to take 'shrooms into a Blue Man Group performance."

Bill Walton Takes a Stroll on the Strip [The 700 Level]