He's Back

We had an unusual warm winter Saturday. I went out to play some ball on my own, but the courts are usually a setting for some kind of adventure. Sure enough, I found a game. Three Korean men were shooting around with me. They didn't speak English and I was too hungover to try and speak Korean. (That happens sometimes, it's hard work). One of the guys was pretty good and after he took me to the whole twice in a row, I had to turn on my game. I went to work, dissected their fundamental games and got the W. Then they asked me to pose for a group picture. Of course. Then one pic turned into 5. We said our goodbyes and I started shooting by myself again. I had that feeling of being watched and I saw them taking pictures of me playing from across the park. So I started to put on a show, make it worth their memory space. They came back to the court and set up all around me for close-ups of my playing. Then one guy starts directing me in Korean about where to pose and what shot to do. This was hilarious. It was a real photo-shoot. Man that's a strange feeling, and I didn't even get paid for it. I did some 360s, a few under the leg layups, and some reverses and sent them home happy. I'm thinking these shots may wind up on some Korean basketball magazine ssomewhere. Headline: White Alien Can Play