When Portland Trail Blazer Coach Jack Ramsay arrived to take over his duties last spring, he announced: "I'm a Bill Walton man." The declaration made him a minority of one in the Pacific Northwest.
For two Job-like seasons, Portland fans had waited in vain for Walton to become again the fierce-eyed force that once drove John Wooden's finest U.C.L.A. teams. They had waited for the 6-ft. 11-in. redhead to sweep the backboards of rebounds and to show them the best big-man's passing game in the history of the sport. But he burdened them with ramblings about FBI bugs in the woodwork. The...
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