As I learned from reading Jackie MacMullan's When the Game Was Ours, the night after winning a title with the Celtics in 1986, Bill Walton spent the night alone, in someone else's kitchen, listening to the Grateful Dead and sipping Wild Turkey.
Whose kitchen was it?
Answer after the jump.
From When the Game Was Ours:
When [Larry] Bird awoke the next morning and got up to take a shower, he wasn't sure if he dreamed Bill Walton's visit. He poked his head into his kitchen and saw the big redhead sitting there, just as he had left him.
"Hey," Bird said. "Did you fall asleep?"
"Larry," Walton answered, "we are the world champions. How do you expect me to sleep?"