YAO COME BACK NAO, Y'HEAR?

Since, by U.S. standards, I am considered short, and wrestled in high school, I have always hated basketball. I'll never forget the time my dad took us to see the Harlem Globetrotters play a "real" team. Yes, I did get to see Meadowlark Lemon. That was back in the Salt Lake City days, so I don't remember where they played. Salt Palace? Dunno. Anyways (as they say here in I-dropped-out-in-the-ninth-grade-to-fish-or-log land), I got to meet one of the players. Out on the floor, they didn't look so big. But standing face to knee with the tallest person I had ever seen in my life was nothing....short....of amazing. When he reached down to shake my 12 year old hand, I grabbed all I could and made the best of it.

Last Wednesday I attended that Blazers/Rockets game. It's different when it's in person. I liked it a lot. I got to see a young man 7 foot 6 inches tall trying to run without tripping. He did a lot of both. Not even a week later and he has gone and broken one of his knees.

Merry Christmas, everyone!!!

(Oh, and by the way---that guy in the red who is standing near the back of the free throw circle IS one Mr. Yao Ming. Took the pic with my right eye camera implant. Unfortunately, as you will recall, my right eyeglass lens was missing and that threw it out of focus. Honest. No, really. I'm telling the truth. I swear on the Candacian Hammer Of Death! uh-oh........)








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