Basketball is not a sport for Chinese people. I was never even the second shortest kid in class. Not until puberty, and even then I had to kinda tip-toe on the backs of my shoes to be taller than a few of the Chinese girls. For me, pick-up basketball games consisted of me running up and down the court, praying I would not get the ball passed to me. Raymond Lam often streams this nightmare of my youth to me in ways I can understand. Basketball is one of his passions, and every time I've played with Ray his passion for the sport seeps through faster than the sweat through his shirts. Today is Wednesday, January 11, 2012, and I would like to thank Ray for making this incomprehensible game slightly understandable. Go Raymond!
