After a few minutes of watching, I realized these guys looked just like a bunch of Asians playing a pick up game at the park or gym. It was totally stereotypical: short brown people in big baggy shorts and white headbands trying to pretend they’re NBA all-stars. If you’ve ever seen a bunch of Asians play a pick up game, then you know what I’m talking about. Eventually, I started to focus on the imports (i.e., black guys who don’t break the height limit of 6’6). You could tell these guys were ballers. The way they handled the ball, the way they shot, the way they drove to the basket; everything about their play showed that they played in the NCAA or NBA at some point.
I kept noticing one particular guy who seemed leaps and bounds better than everyone else. I kept thinking, “That guy looks really familiar.” Finally, he went to the free throw line and they showed his name and stats. I almost jumped out of my seat when I read “Darvin Ham – C” on the TV. Darvin “My Wife Breaks Glass Bottles Over My Head” Ham is a center—yes a center—in the PBA. My first thought was, “What the hell? Good ol’ Darvin Ham from
Side Note #1: Don’t think I’m not going to try and talk to Darvin Ham if I see him at the gym. I’m really hoping he starts working out with the team so that I can just yell “Deeeee-toit Baaasketbaaallll.”
Side Note #2: Do you think Darvin Ham divorced his wife before coming here? Do you think he stayed with her, but left her in the states so he could go hook up with Filipino girls—kind of like getting back at her for smashing glass over his head during the NBA Finals? He also could have stayed with her and dragged her here in order to get back at her. The possibilities are endless.Until next time...