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so does yao belong in the HOF?
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I'm from Houston, I saw the whole dynamics of our fan base change and grow because of him. Put him in the Hall.
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I'm from Houston, I saw the whole dynamics of our fan base change and grow because of him. Put him in the Hall.
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[h1]Yao leaves lasting imprint on NBA[/h1]
By Adrian Wojnarowski, Yahoo! Sports
Remember Yao Ming(notes)on that Olympic night three summers ago, grimacing, hobbling off thefloor, a fist finally thrust straight into the air to say simply: I didit. Here was the start of the Olympic Games, and basketball’s seminalfigure, 7-foot-6 and falling apart, had gone the distance for the sport.
From the Chinese government and sports machine, to David Stern’s NBA, to the American basketball icons Kobe Bryant(notes) and LeBron James(notes)across the floor on that night in Beijing, Yao had pushed and pusheduntil his body betrayed him. This was the summer night in 2008 when hisworlds collided, and everyone could see the magnitude of the connectionthat he created between East and West, between basketball’s yesterdayand its tomorrow.
“Yao built the bridge for all of us,
By Adrian Wojnarowski, Yahoo! Sports
Remember Yao Ming(notes)on that Olympic night three summers ago, grimacing, hobbling off thefloor, a fist finally thrust straight into the air to say simply: I didit. Here was the start of the Olympic Games, and basketball’s seminalfigure, 7-foot-6 and falling apart, had gone the distance for the sport.
From the Chinese government and sports machine, to David Stern’s NBA, to the American basketball icons Kobe Bryant(notes) and LeBron James(notes)across the floor on that night in Beijing, Yao had pushed and pusheduntil his body betrayed him. This was the summer night in 2008 when hisworlds collided, and everyone could see the magnitude of the connectionthat he created between East and West, between basketball’s yesterdayand its tomorrow.
“Yao built the bridge for all of us,
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[h1]Yao leaves lasting imprint on NBA[/h1]
By Adrian Wojnarowski, Yahoo! Sports
Remember Yao Ming(notes)on that Olympic night three summers ago, grimacing, hobbling off thefloor, a fist finally thrust straight into the air to say simply: I didit. Here was the start of the Olympic Games, and basketball’s seminalfigure, 7-foot-6 and falling apart, had gone the distance for the sport.
From the Chinese government and sports machine, to David Stern’s NBA, to the American basketball icons Kobe Bryant(notes) and LeBron James(notes)across the floor on that night in Beijing, Yao had pushed and pusheduntil his body betrayed him. This was the summer night in 2008 when hisworlds collided, and everyone could see the magnitude of the connectionthat he created between East and West, between basketball’s yesterdayand its tomorrow.
“Yao built the bridge for all of us,
By Adrian Wojnarowski, Yahoo! Sports
Remember Yao Ming(notes)on that Olympic night three summers ago, grimacing, hobbling off thefloor, a fist finally thrust straight into the air to say simply: I didit. Here was the start of the Olympic Games, and basketball’s seminalfigure, 7-foot-6 and falling apart, had gone the distance for the sport.
From the Chinese government and sports machine, to David Stern’s NBA, to the American basketball icons Kobe Bryant(notes) and LeBron James(notes)across the floor on that night in Beijing, Yao had pushed and pusheduntil his body betrayed him. This was the summer night in 2008 when hisworlds collided, and everyone could see the magnitude of the connectionthat he created between East and West, between basketball’s yesterdayand its tomorrow.
“Yao built the bridge for all of us,
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you joking right? this is what is called trolling right?
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you joking right? this is what is called trolling right?
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david $tern thinks so
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He's a !*!@%@# lock....
His impact on the globalization of the game has helped the NBA's popularity and grown it's product ALL over the world....
Remember folks...it's the BASKETBALL HOF...it goes beyond the NBA.
His impact on the globalization of the game has helped the NBA's popularity and grown it's product ALL over the world....
Remember folks...it's the BASKETBALL HOF...it goes beyond the NBA.
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He's a !*!@%@# lock....
His impact on the globalization of the game has helped the NBA's popularity and grown it's product ALL over the world....
Remember folks...it's the BASKETBALL HOF...it goes beyond the NBA.
His impact on the globalization of the game has helped the NBA's popularity and grown it's product ALL over the world....
Remember folks...it's the BASKETBALL HOF...it goes beyond the NBA.
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[h3]Yao Ming means a lot[/h3]
July, 8, 2011
Jul 8
4:47
PM ET
By Henry Abbott
ESPN.com
Archive
Frederic J. Brown/AFP/Getty Images
Yao Ming's NBA journey began in line outside the U.S. consulate, hoping for a visa.
When covering the NBA was a brand new thing to me, it was incredibly exciting. Instead of reporting on power outages or murders, I was going to the Nets' practice facility to ask Jayson Williams questions about how much email he got. ("A lot," Williams said, adding that he had his people print it all out and bring it to him in the hot tub.)
I had grown up a huge NBA fan, so at first just being around these people was a kick in and of itself. I was freelancing for all kinds of different outlets, but even though it didn't pay the best, I gave the NBA work precedence, simply because I loved it.
But after a couple of years hanging around locker rooms, my relationship with the NBA had changed. Like most fans, I guess, I had projected that these players I loved must be fabulous people who would be fun as hell to hang around with. That, I realized, had been naive.
It's a little different now, to be honest. But then, players were pretty aloof (Furs! Bentleys! Attitude!) and reporters were pretty annoying, and in that bitterness, there was shocking little genuine communication, at least when a newbie like me was hanging around.
I'd go to games and practices with a nose for the truth and come home with a tape recorder full of platitudes, often dipped in disdain.
(I stifled the urge to start every conversation with: Can we cut the crap? I promise not to play "gotcha" and take some quote out of context, if you'll promise to speak normally.)
A few years in, I got a big assignment: to join the Houston Rockets on the road, to write a magazine cover story about their rookie sensation, Yao Ming.
By that time I entered every story expecting to have to hack through meaningless quotes to try to write something interesting. (Complication: I wrote for the NBA's official magazine, which didn't want things to get too interesting.)
Yao was among the most famous and recognizable people on the planet. He was also from the other side of the world and, then, not much of an English speaker. My expectations were high that I'd write something that would sell magazines, but low that this would be the interview in which I felt I got a uniquely deep look into a player's real personality.
Even though it was early in his NBA career, he had every reason to be short with people -- there weren't enough hours in the day to be any other way. Just his walking through a hotel lobby on a sleepy San Antonio afternoon required real-deal crowd control. I saw a middle-aged woman at a dead sprint across the courtyard, merely to join the throng watching him get his hotel room key.
If he had signed every autograph, posed for every picture and answered every question, he'd still be in the lobby of that Riverwalk hotel in San Antonio right now.
When, at long last, he reached his hotel room, I was granted an interview with Yao and his then-ever-present translator, Colin Pine.
Maybe I was there an hour or two, but however long it was, it was long enough to "cut the crap."
Five minutes would have been long enough, in fact.
The whole massive entity of Yao was infused with sincerity, humility, fun and warmth of spirit -- the things I guess most people imagine they would find in the celebrities.
He rattled off all kinds of truths, for instance that he wasn't anything like his listed 7-foot-6. Without shoes, he said, he was 7-3. Photos would show Shawn Bradley -- listed at the same height -- was taller.
Why did they list him at 7-6 then? He cocked an eyebrow in a "you tell me" kind of way.
This was a guy who had been a pawn in a much bigger game for a long time. And though he had a certain role to play as a basketball player, he was telling the truth, even as it didn't serve his image. Refreshing.
Eventually, he started asking me questions, and most of them were about Shaquille O'Neal.
The Rockets had just come from playing the Lakers, and O'Neal had gone to some trouble to intimidate Yao through the media and on the court.
It didn't sit well with Yao -- not that O'Neal would use his mouth to gain an advantage, but that O'Neal was putting on such an act. A smiley guy such as Shaq couldn't really be that crass, right? Yao wanted something a lot of people wanted: help making sense of Shaq.
The topic we covered in the most depth was his childhood, or lack of it. In prepping for the interview, I had learned Yao had been subjected to a relentless brand of soul-crushing autocratic sports star training. His days had been dreary and repetitious as long as he could remember. It still blows my mind that he could not recall ever having played basketball on a playground, for fun. (Later, Brook Larmer's book "Operation Yao Ming" would suggest his tall, athletic parents had been united in no small part to produce an athlete like him. Whether that's true or not, he certainly was treated as a national asset.)
He allowed that his childhood had not been all that fun, and that the training hours were incredibly long and the free time incredibly short. And he had no other option.
But imagine if somebody had essentially stolen your childhood. You'd be angry, right?
Not Yao. He was too stoic, too tough, too focused on the present and the future. Too pragmatic, too sincere. Too capable of making friends with Colin, of laughingly teasing teammates such as Moochie Norris and Bostjan Nachbar. Yao Ming was where he was and he wasn't going to cry about that or anything else.
Eight-and-a-half years later, how funny is it that O'Neal is leading the charge in wishing Yao well, calling him one of the greatest ever and even inviting him to share a vacation. Yao had been right about O'Neal all along ... the two had buddy potential.
And now that word is injuries have robbed Yao of the second half of his career, much as an obligation to his country robbed him of much of his childhood, it's easy to feel bad for Yao.
But it's also easy to predict plenty of sincere happiness for him. He has a delightful and refreshing gift for connecting with people, for finding the good. He has faced big challenges, such as the loss of a childhood -- or Shaquille O'Neal, for that matter -- with a smile. Hard to believe he won't be able to handle retirement -- he has handled far tougher.
July, 8, 2011
Jul 8
4:47
PM ET
By Henry AbbottESPN.com
Archive
Frederic J. Brown/AFP/Getty Images
Yao Ming's NBA journey began in line outside the U.S. consulate, hoping for a visa.
When covering the NBA was a brand new thing to me, it was incredibly exciting. Instead of reporting on power outages or murders, I was going to the Nets' practice facility to ask Jayson Williams questions about how much email he got. ("A lot," Williams said, adding that he had his people print it all out and bring it to him in the hot tub.)
I had grown up a huge NBA fan, so at first just being around these people was a kick in and of itself. I was freelancing for all kinds of different outlets, but even though it didn't pay the best, I gave the NBA work precedence, simply because I loved it.
But after a couple of years hanging around locker rooms, my relationship with the NBA had changed. Like most fans, I guess, I had projected that these players I loved must be fabulous people who would be fun as hell to hang around with. That, I realized, had been naive.
It's a little different now, to be honest. But then, players were pretty aloof (Furs! Bentleys! Attitude!) and reporters were pretty annoying, and in that bitterness, there was shocking little genuine communication, at least when a newbie like me was hanging around.
I'd go to games and practices with a nose for the truth and come home with a tape recorder full of platitudes, often dipped in disdain.
(I stifled the urge to start every conversation with: Can we cut the crap? I promise not to play "gotcha" and take some quote out of context, if you'll promise to speak normally.)
A few years in, I got a big assignment: to join the Houston Rockets on the road, to write a magazine cover story about their rookie sensation, Yao Ming.
By that time I entered every story expecting to have to hack through meaningless quotes to try to write something interesting. (Complication: I wrote for the NBA's official magazine, which didn't want things to get too interesting.)
Yao was among the most famous and recognizable people on the planet. He was also from the other side of the world and, then, not much of an English speaker. My expectations were high that I'd write something that would sell magazines, but low that this would be the interview in which I felt I got a uniquely deep look into a player's real personality.
Even though it was early in his NBA career, he had every reason to be short with people -- there weren't enough hours in the day to be any other way. Just his walking through a hotel lobby on a sleepy San Antonio afternoon required real-deal crowd control. I saw a middle-aged woman at a dead sprint across the courtyard, merely to join the throng watching him get his hotel room key.
If he had signed every autograph, posed for every picture and answered every question, he'd still be in the lobby of that Riverwalk hotel in San Antonio right now.
When, at long last, he reached his hotel room, I was granted an interview with Yao and his then-ever-present translator, Colin Pine.
Maybe I was there an hour or two, but however long it was, it was long enough to "cut the crap."
Five minutes would have been long enough, in fact.
The whole massive entity of Yao was infused with sincerity, humility, fun and warmth of spirit -- the things I guess most people imagine they would find in the celebrities.
He rattled off all kinds of truths, for instance that he wasn't anything like his listed 7-foot-6. Without shoes, he said, he was 7-3. Photos would show Shawn Bradley -- listed at the same height -- was taller.
Why did they list him at 7-6 then? He cocked an eyebrow in a "you tell me" kind of way.
This was a guy who had been a pawn in a much bigger game for a long time. And though he had a certain role to play as a basketball player, he was telling the truth, even as it didn't serve his image. Refreshing.
Eventually, he started asking me questions, and most of them were about Shaquille O'Neal.
The Rockets had just come from playing the Lakers, and O'Neal had gone to some trouble to intimidate Yao through the media and on the court.
It didn't sit well with Yao -- not that O'Neal would use his mouth to gain an advantage, but that O'Neal was putting on such an act. A smiley guy such as Shaq couldn't really be that crass, right? Yao wanted something a lot of people wanted: help making sense of Shaq.
The topic we covered in the most depth was his childhood, or lack of it. In prepping for the interview, I had learned Yao had been subjected to a relentless brand of soul-crushing autocratic sports star training. His days had been dreary and repetitious as long as he could remember. It still blows my mind that he could not recall ever having played basketball on a playground, for fun. (Later, Brook Larmer's book "Operation Yao Ming" would suggest his tall, athletic parents had been united in no small part to produce an athlete like him. Whether that's true or not, he certainly was treated as a national asset.)
He allowed that his childhood had not been all that fun, and that the training hours were incredibly long and the free time incredibly short. And he had no other option.
But imagine if somebody had essentially stolen your childhood. You'd be angry, right?
Not Yao. He was too stoic, too tough, too focused on the present and the future. Too pragmatic, too sincere. Too capable of making friends with Colin, of laughingly teasing teammates such as Moochie Norris and Bostjan Nachbar. Yao Ming was where he was and he wasn't going to cry about that or anything else.
Eight-and-a-half years later, how funny is it that O'Neal is leading the charge in wishing Yao well, calling him one of the greatest ever and even inviting him to share a vacation. Yao had been right about O'Neal all along ... the two had buddy potential.
And now that word is injuries have robbed Yao of the second half of his career, much as an obligation to his country robbed him of much of his childhood, it's easy to feel bad for Yao.
But it's also easy to predict plenty of sincere happiness for him. He has a delightful and refreshing gift for connecting with people, for finding the good. He has faced big challenges, such as the loss of a childhood -- or Shaquille O'Neal, for that matter -- with a smile. Hard to believe he won't be able to handle retirement -- he has handled far tougher.
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[h3]Yao Ming means a lot[/h3]
July, 8, 2011
Jul 8
4:47
PM ET
By Henry Abbott
ESPN.com
Archive
Frederic J. Brown/AFP/Getty Images
Yao Ming's NBA journey began in line outside the U.S. consulate, hoping for a visa.
When covering the NBA was a brand new thing to me, it was incredibly exciting. Instead of reporting on power outages or murders, I was going to the Nets' practice facility to ask Jayson Williams questions about how much email he got. ("A lot," Williams said, adding that he had his people print it all out and bring it to him in the hot tub.)
I had grown up a huge NBA fan, so at first just being around these people was a kick in and of itself. I was freelancing for all kinds of different outlets, but even though it didn't pay the best, I gave the NBA work precedence, simply because I loved it.
But after a couple of years hanging around locker rooms, my relationship with the NBA had changed. Like most fans, I guess, I had projected that these players I loved must be fabulous people who would be fun as hell to hang around with. That, I realized, had been naive.
It's a little different now, to be honest. But then, players were pretty aloof (Furs! Bentleys! Attitude!) and reporters were pretty annoying, and in that bitterness, there was shocking little genuine communication, at least when a newbie like me was hanging around.
I'd go to games and practices with a nose for the truth and come home with a tape recorder full of platitudes, often dipped in disdain.
(I stifled the urge to start every conversation with: Can we cut the crap? I promise not to play "gotcha" and take some quote out of context, if you'll promise to speak normally.)
A few years in, I got a big assignment: to join the Houston Rockets on the road, to write a magazine cover story about their rookie sensation, Yao Ming.
By that time I entered every story expecting to have to hack through meaningless quotes to try to write something interesting. (Complication: I wrote for the NBA's official magazine, which didn't want things to get too interesting.)
Yao was among the most famous and recognizable people on the planet. He was also from the other side of the world and, then, not much of an English speaker. My expectations were high that I'd write something that would sell magazines, but low that this would be the interview in which I felt I got a uniquely deep look into a player's real personality.
Even though it was early in his NBA career, he had every reason to be short with people -- there weren't enough hours in the day to be any other way. Just his walking through a hotel lobby on a sleepy San Antonio afternoon required real-deal crowd control. I saw a middle-aged woman at a dead sprint across the courtyard, merely to join the throng watching him get his hotel room key.
If he had signed every autograph, posed for every picture and answered every question, he'd still be in the lobby of that Riverwalk hotel in San Antonio right now.
When, at long last, he reached his hotel room, I was granted an interview with Yao and his then-ever-present translator, Colin Pine.
Maybe I was there an hour or two, but however long it was, it was long enough to "cut the crap."
Five minutes would have been long enough, in fact.
The whole massive entity of Yao was infused with sincerity, humility, fun and warmth of spirit -- the things I guess most people imagine they would find in the celebrities.
He rattled off all kinds of truths, for instance that he wasn't anything like his listed 7-foot-6. Without shoes, he said, he was 7-3. Photos would show Shawn Bradley -- listed at the same height -- was taller.
Why did they list him at 7-6 then? He cocked an eyebrow in a "you tell me" kind of way.
This was a guy who had been a pawn in a much bigger game for a long time. And though he had a certain role to play as a basketball player, he was telling the truth, even as it didn't serve his image. Refreshing.
Eventually, he started asking me questions, and most of them were about Shaquille O'Neal.
The Rockets had just come from playing the Lakers, and O'Neal had gone to some trouble to intimidate Yao through the media and on the court.
It didn't sit well with Yao -- not that O'Neal would use his mouth to gain an advantage, but that O'Neal was putting on such an act. A smiley guy such as Shaq couldn't really be that crass, right? Yao wanted something a lot of people wanted: help making sense of Shaq.
The topic we covered in the most depth was his childhood, or lack of it. In prepping for the interview, I had learned Yao had been subjected to a relentless brand of soul-crushing autocratic sports star training. His days had been dreary and repetitious as long as he could remember. It still blows my mind that he could not recall ever having played basketball on a playground, for fun. (Later, Brook Larmer's book "Operation Yao Ming" would suggest his tall, athletic parents had been united in no small part to produce an athlete like him. Whether that's true or not, he certainly was treated as a national asset.)
He allowed that his childhood had not been all that fun, and that the training hours were incredibly long and the free time incredibly short. And he had no other option.
But imagine if somebody had essentially stolen your childhood. You'd be angry, right?
Not Yao. He was too stoic, too tough, too focused on the present and the future. Too pragmatic, too sincere. Too capable of making friends with Colin, of laughingly teasing teammates such as Moochie Norris and Bostjan Nachbar. Yao Ming was where he was and he wasn't going to cry about that or anything else.
Eight-and-a-half years later, how funny is it that O'Neal is leading the charge in wishing Yao well, calling him one of the greatest ever and even inviting him to share a vacation. Yao had been right about O'Neal all along ... the two had buddy potential.
And now that word is injuries have robbed Yao of the second half of his career, much as an obligation to his country robbed him of much of his childhood, it's easy to feel bad for Yao.
But it's also easy to predict plenty of sincere happiness for him. He has a delightful and refreshing gift for connecting with people, for finding the good. He has faced big challenges, such as the loss of a childhood -- or Shaquille O'Neal, for that matter -- with a smile. Hard to believe he won't be able to handle retirement -- he has handled far tougher.
July, 8, 2011
Jul 8
4:47
PM ET
By Henry AbbottESPN.com
Archive
Frederic J. Brown/AFP/Getty Images
Yao Ming's NBA journey began in line outside the U.S. consulate, hoping for a visa.
When covering the NBA was a brand new thing to me, it was incredibly exciting. Instead of reporting on power outages or murders, I was going to the Nets' practice facility to ask Jayson Williams questions about how much email he got. ("A lot," Williams said, adding that he had his people print it all out and bring it to him in the hot tub.)
I had grown up a huge NBA fan, so at first just being around these people was a kick in and of itself. I was freelancing for all kinds of different outlets, but even though it didn't pay the best, I gave the NBA work precedence, simply because I loved it.
But after a couple of years hanging around locker rooms, my relationship with the NBA had changed. Like most fans, I guess, I had projected that these players I loved must be fabulous people who would be fun as hell to hang around with. That, I realized, had been naive.
It's a little different now, to be honest. But then, players were pretty aloof (Furs! Bentleys! Attitude!) and reporters were pretty annoying, and in that bitterness, there was shocking little genuine communication, at least when a newbie like me was hanging around.
I'd go to games and practices with a nose for the truth and come home with a tape recorder full of platitudes, often dipped in disdain.
(I stifled the urge to start every conversation with: Can we cut the crap? I promise not to play "gotcha" and take some quote out of context, if you'll promise to speak normally.)
A few years in, I got a big assignment: to join the Houston Rockets on the road, to write a magazine cover story about their rookie sensation, Yao Ming.
By that time I entered every story expecting to have to hack through meaningless quotes to try to write something interesting. (Complication: I wrote for the NBA's official magazine, which didn't want things to get too interesting.)
Yao was among the most famous and recognizable people on the planet. He was also from the other side of the world and, then, not much of an English speaker. My expectations were high that I'd write something that would sell magazines, but low that this would be the interview in which I felt I got a uniquely deep look into a player's real personality.
Even though it was early in his NBA career, he had every reason to be short with people -- there weren't enough hours in the day to be any other way. Just his walking through a hotel lobby on a sleepy San Antonio afternoon required real-deal crowd control. I saw a middle-aged woman at a dead sprint across the courtyard, merely to join the throng watching him get his hotel room key.
If he had signed every autograph, posed for every picture and answered every question, he'd still be in the lobby of that Riverwalk hotel in San Antonio right now.
When, at long last, he reached his hotel room, I was granted an interview with Yao and his then-ever-present translator, Colin Pine.
Maybe I was there an hour or two, but however long it was, it was long enough to "cut the crap."
Five minutes would have been long enough, in fact.
The whole massive entity of Yao was infused with sincerity, humility, fun and warmth of spirit -- the things I guess most people imagine they would find in the celebrities.
He rattled off all kinds of truths, for instance that he wasn't anything like his listed 7-foot-6. Without shoes, he said, he was 7-3. Photos would show Shawn Bradley -- listed at the same height -- was taller.
Why did they list him at 7-6 then? He cocked an eyebrow in a "you tell me" kind of way.
This was a guy who had been a pawn in a much bigger game for a long time. And though he had a certain role to play as a basketball player, he was telling the truth, even as it didn't serve his image. Refreshing.
Eventually, he started asking me questions, and most of them were about Shaquille O'Neal.
The Rockets had just come from playing the Lakers, and O'Neal had gone to some trouble to intimidate Yao through the media and on the court.
It didn't sit well with Yao -- not that O'Neal would use his mouth to gain an advantage, but that O'Neal was putting on such an act. A smiley guy such as Shaq couldn't really be that crass, right? Yao wanted something a lot of people wanted: help making sense of Shaq.
The topic we covered in the most depth was his childhood, or lack of it. In prepping for the interview, I had learned Yao had been subjected to a relentless brand of soul-crushing autocratic sports star training. His days had been dreary and repetitious as long as he could remember. It still blows my mind that he could not recall ever having played basketball on a playground, for fun. (Later, Brook Larmer's book "Operation Yao Ming" would suggest his tall, athletic parents had been united in no small part to produce an athlete like him. Whether that's true or not, he certainly was treated as a national asset.)
He allowed that his childhood had not been all that fun, and that the training hours were incredibly long and the free time incredibly short. And he had no other option.
But imagine if somebody had essentially stolen your childhood. You'd be angry, right?
Not Yao. He was too stoic, too tough, too focused on the present and the future. Too pragmatic, too sincere. Too capable of making friends with Colin, of laughingly teasing teammates such as Moochie Norris and Bostjan Nachbar. Yao Ming was where he was and he wasn't going to cry about that or anything else.
Eight-and-a-half years later, how funny is it that O'Neal is leading the charge in wishing Yao well, calling him one of the greatest ever and even inviting him to share a vacation. Yao had been right about O'Neal all along ... the two had buddy potential.
And now that word is injuries have robbed Yao of the second half of his career, much as an obligation to his country robbed him of much of his childhood, it's easy to feel bad for Yao.
But it's also easy to predict plenty of sincere happiness for him. He has a delightful and refreshing gift for connecting with people, for finding the good. He has faced big challenges, such as the loss of a childhood -- or Shaquille O'Neal, for that matter -- with a smile. Hard to believe he won't be able to handle retirement -- he has handled far tougher.
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But yea man, Yao will make it no doubt. I am willing to make a sanctioned NT Bet via paypal vs. anyone that says otherwise.
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But yea man, Yao will make it no doubt. I am willing to make a sanctioned NT Bet via paypal vs. anyone that says otherwise.
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hes a lock
no doubt about it
no doubt about it
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hes a lock
no doubt about it
no doubt about it
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But he was the most successful Chinese NBA player. First Chinese NBA all star.
