Giancarlo Stanton deserves a Bill Walton-like ending to his Yankees story after years of injury snark

Bill Walton’s eyes got misty. The smile — that million-watt smile that lit up every room, every gym, every Grateful Dead venue he ever walked into — dimmed. This was the one subject that could always harsh his mellow, no matter how good a mood he was in. I’d asked him about his feet. When...