I think a lot of us Americans have an impression of the basketball played in other parts of the world, especially Europe and Asia, as being much more reliant on skill and strategy and outside shooting, and less reliant on kicking the other guy's ass. In other words, we think we play tough basketball, and everyone else plays pussy basketball.
Wrong.
I admit, as I walked into the gym for my first pick-up game ever on Chinese soil, I expected the guys I was playing with to be more finesse players, and that I (not being the most graceful dude or skillful basketball player, even by cracker standards) would be more or less like a bull in a Chinese gym, to put a twist on the old expression. That was before guys heedlessly crashed into me fighting for rebounds, leaped directly into my big fat American frame on their way to making layups in my face, and fouled the shit out of me when they couldn't stay in front of me. Granted, the group I was playing with was not a bunch of average dudes just fucking around, and even included some former semi-pro players. But they were also far from the top tier of young players in China today, and so they left a deep impression on me: the next generation of Chinese basketball players is going to have more than just the occasional freakishly tall yet skilled Yao Ming; it's going to have some tough, legitimately athletic AND skilled players who will make a mark on international basketball and even the NBA. I'm not the first one to make this prediction, I'm sure, but now I've seen the evidence with my own eyes. And felt it in the numerous souvenir bruises they left me with - just like a good pick-up game in the States.
The one problem they need to avoid is that they have a tendency to spoil their popular athletes and thus ruin their potential, as Chinese football (or soccer, as we foolishly insist on calling it) fans can attest.
Hell, maybe I should contact the Spurs about helping them scout here. I may not be R.C. Buford or Sam Presti or Danny Ferry or Lance Blanks, but in China it's all about greasing the wheels...with plenty of liquor. And karaoke. I just need to brush up on my Motown, Simon and Garfunkel, and Beatles songs ("Do the Evolution" isn't exactly a ubiquitous karaoke song here), and I'll be set.
This country is crazy about basketball, but unfortunately for us here at Spurs Dynasty, understandably, most people are Rockets fans. Actually, that's more unfortunate for them. (Btw, quit blaming Yao, you dumbass American Rockets fans! What was he supposed to do with McGrady AND their top two point guards out, and all of their scrub guards shooting such a low percentage and jacking up inexplicable threes with plenty of time on the shot clock? The criticisms of him that are usually repeated are way out of date. Shut up already.) The usual attitude here toward the Spurs seems to be one of somewhat grudging appreciation for their intelligence and competence. Hmmm, that sounds familiar. Well, at least there's
China Spurs.
In related news, due to relentless pressure from the sports-related media, stand-up comics, and objective accounts of U.S. and British history, I've finally decided to accept that it's just uncool to be white. Fortunately, I have an option. My enormous amount of Chinese street cred has enabled me to officially become an honorary Asian. Really, all I had to do was drop the Cauc. Wait, that didn't come out right. Uh, anyway, Dingo and Funk, when are you guys going to admit that the U.S.S. Whitey is a lost cause, and jump ship? I'll speak to my Asian brothers and see what I can do for you.
One last thought: Did you guys know that Blogger apparently has a feature that enables it to automatically present everything in Chinese if you log in from an IP address in China? Interesting. Once again, my mad Chinese skillz have come in handy.
That's it for today's China update. Reporting live from Shanghai, I'm Buranlate Abakelanbi. Damn, that's a geeky name even in Mandarin.