Me & Yao back in New York.
I remember when Yao Ming came into the league when I was in high school. I hadn’t fully grasped what his impact to the NBA was to be but I was ready to embrace this Chinese baller that was going to be the top pick overall. I have enjoyed his game and it’s sad that he’s retiring today.
(Ironically on this very day last year, LeBron James in his conceited ways, had “The Decision” while Yao Ming, as humble as he is, quietly walked away. Two totally different NBA stars from the same generation.)
I remember after Yao’s rookie year, I bought his jersey for $45 because I was so excited about what he could do not only for the NBA, but the image of Chinese ballers everywhere. (Now I don’t know where that jersey is. But I got another one.)
Yao was everything that you would want in an athlete. He was a hardworker (especially in learning English), he never complained, he showed emotion and he was a genuine good guy. He cared about the people around him, people back home and everybody else.
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