tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76521092714838893992024-03-13T23:32:43.508-07:00China 2016Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-60416353880561254582016-06-02T16:59:00.000-07:002016-06-02T16:59:03.080-07:00There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home<br /><div class="MsoNormal">
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While I felt slightly more relaxed than I have in days, I am
still not completely at ease. Robert has brought us this far, but he informs me
his plane home is at 5:30am. This means he will not be escorting us to the
airport, walking us through the check in, and patting us on the butt as we head
to the USA. He has arranged with the front desk for the shuttle to ready at
9am. Everyone has a breakfast coupon for the hotel buffet. Theoretically, I got this. I have traveled
with teams many times, but the whole foreign language thing is troublesome. All
my hours of listening to Learn Chinese While You Drive, has made me very good
at counting and initial greetings. I can hear the pattern of speech, but it
carries no meaning. I am disappointed with myself and determined to find an
actual class I can audit and at least improve to being conversational.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The Black Market was a hit. The guys who went had a good
time and were impressed with the selection and prices. Turns out the market
closed at 9, not 6. When they finally got back to the hotel around 10, I was
glad they didn’t have a tale of missed trains, wayward taxis, or other
shenanigans. They were so excited about it they tried to recruit me to go in
the morning before the shuttle. I was completely against the idea of adding any
anxiety, so I declined. Calvin also declined as I watched the guys go the lobby
for their last night of camaraderie. I went to bed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Was that a knock? I opened my eyes, the room was lit from
the outside and I reached for my glasses, then my phone. 5:23am. Was it a
knock? Reluctantly, I got out of bed and looked through the peep hole. I saw a
tall figure lurking in the hall. Damn, it was a knock. I open the door and
there is Kyle, smiling. Apparently, Cal had been convinced to go shopping. We
wake him up, and off they go. I am not sure how many players go, but I know I
am no longer sweating the details. If they make the shuttle, if they make the
plane, it is on them. Grown men, making decisions. Learning.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I shower and dress, trying to decide what I can wear to look
nice for Joan when I get home after a month away, but also be comfortable for
what will be a long day. If you remember, I pretty much lost May 9<sup>th</sup>.
Today, I will have an extended stay in May 31<sup>st</sup>. With all the
decisions made, I go down to the lobby for breakfast. The last real meal I ate
was breakfast the day before. On the plane from Tianjin to Shanghai, we were
given a snack and an entree, but neither could be described as a meal. It
simply filled a void and kept the tummy grumbles away. “Dinner” was a larger
than average bottle of beer with a packet of salted peanuts sitting on the
hotel veranda with Cal and Marshall talking about our ABC and immediate plans
when we got home.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was fresh and fluffy when I walked into the buffet. I
grabbed a large plate with intentions of making a pile to get me through the
long flight ahead. I cruised slowly around the buffet. Reading the translations
is hysterical; items like “beked” beans and “breakfast intestines” called out.
But, I was not answering. After completing a full lap, I put the plate back
into the pile and looked for the coffee. Another disappointment. All that was
left for me was to wait for the shuttle and worry about the players I told
myself I wasn’t going to worry about. Tick. Tick. Tick.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I walk the hotel hallway knocking on the players doors at
8:30. I don’t know if anyone is in there, but I want them to have at least 30
minutes of lead time to be downstairs. I get a few groggy responses. The
funniest was Marshall. His door was propped open by the deadbolt, and his grunt
led me to believe that he was dead asleep. I walk in and he is face-planted on
the bed. I identify myself and tell him his timeline. He is looking right at me
and I am not sure he sees me. I head back down to the lobby and still don’t see
anyone. Then, Aly walks into the buffet and reemerges quickly. Then, Darren
enters the buffet and reemerges quickly. Clearly, my impression of the culinary
offerings was not unique. Aly sits with me, Darren heads upstairs. At 8:55, I
am ready, really ready. I see the little shuttle arrive and think it is time to
go. I stand and move to the revolving door, and who do I see? A bunch of
players. Thank you Jesus. The driver of the little shuttle switches into a full
size bus and soon all 9 players are there with luggage and smiling faces.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The bus starts to leave and I figure this is the last time I
will have all these guys trapped in the same place. I stand at my seat and
thank them for a great month. I thank them for making the trip a wonderful
experience for me, and I hope they too had gained from it. I told them if I
could do anything for them I would and that I look forward to hearing from them
in the coming months about how their ABC came true. They were receptive to the
message and thank me back, but when I looked at Tyler he looked very concerned.
I looked out the window. In an effort to make good time, the driver was
speeding down the road. Particularly, on the wrong side of the road. The bus
was zooming toward opposing traffic looking for a spot to dive back onto the
correct side of the yellow line. I was so caught up in my farewell comments I
had not noticed our lives were in peril, again. (I am writing this update so
clearly things worked out.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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We arrive at Shanghai-Pudong. Things move quickly for the
most part. With Robert, we go to the ticketing agent, give them all the
passports and check in as a group. I try the same stunt and I am told we need
to get into the line and check in separately. When we snake through the line,
the agent motions for us to come up as a group. Thanks. We are checked in,
through customs and security and sitting at the gate by 9:35. With a cup of
Starbucks coffee in hand, I begin the journey home.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The ticketing agent took that team concept to heart. We are
booked into two rows. Imagine the humanity sitting side by side in four seats
across. I am mercifully across the aisle, on the aisle. My preference is the
window, so I don’t have to get up. Ever. I will gladly stay in that seat all 12
hours, I just don’t want to get up for someone else. I am sitting with a
couple, I offer my seat for the window. They are Chinese and maybe they don’t
do the whole English thing, but I waved my arms and spoke slowly. I felt like I
conveyed my idea. Worse than getting up, they got up three times. Two of those
times they actually woke me up to get out. My intention was to turn around my
time zones on this flight. Sleep at least 8 hours, arrive in LA and stay awake
to Philadelphia, via Houston. My flight would arrive at midnight in Philly and
it would be time for bed. Perfect.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mr. and Mrs. Tinybladder killed me. TV monitors, reading
lights. Chit chatting. Wake up calls. It was what I thought to be the worst.
Silly me. I had been involved with May 31 for about 19 hours now and it was
just 11:30am. Back through Customs and security and onto my flight from LA to
Houston. I was right about my timing for the goodbye speech. When we got to LAX
everyone had separate connections to their points of interest. As we walked
away from the baggage claim, there was hugging and dabbing and thanks and
promises to keep in touch. The group had been through so much, the bond was
strong. Every gate we passed, someone dropped out of the group until it was
just Kyle and I going to Houston. Both had connections to the East Coast, me to
Philly and Kyle to Charlotte. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The plane was full and we were anxious to go. The thing was
the weather. Not in LA, it is always nice in LA. Houston was experiencing
something. The pilot had been advised to fly around it, and doing so would add
an hour to the trip. That hour meant we didn’t have enough fuel. Loading the
extra fuel took at least 30 minutes. My easy to make connection was now caput.
We were told we would arrive at 7:45, the same time the flight was leaving for
Philly. Well-seasoned travelers were already on the phone making arrangements
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Mr. and Mrs. Tinybladder we nothing compared to my ride to
Houston. The late arriving seat partner ate smelly food, coughed and sneezed
without covering his mouth, cursed without actually speaking to anyone, and
kept overextending his elbows and feet into the 16 inch seating area I was
assigned. I could feel the disease attaching itself to my skin and heard it
giggling as entered my system. Add to that a baby that cried for 4 hours and
parents who appeared to have no plan to soothe: no bottle, no pacifier, no
nothing. Cruel.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When we landed, the pilot asks politely that passengers who
are at the end of their line please remain seated and allow passengers with connections
to hustle out first. Just one problem. There was no jetway available. Image how
I was feeling when the pilot announced we had taken the airport by surprise
with our delayed arrival and they could not find a jetway driver. The polite
order of operations was abandoned the moment the door opened. It was 8 before I
got inside the airport itself. I went immediately to United Customer Service.
The line was maybe 20 people long, but only two agents were working. The line
quickly snaked backward down the long hallway. At least 100 people. Probably
more. Two agents. It took about two hours to get to the front of the line. The
line looked like it would take until sunrise to eliminate, but four other
agents arrived when I was third in line. <o:p></o:p></div>
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No flights tonight. No hotel allowance because it wasn’t
mechanical problems, United does not compensate for weather. Most of the
customers are simply getting flights to other cities to wait there to get
flights to their destination. I told the lady I was not going to Chicago to
wait 6 hours to fly to Philly. I sweet talked her into a meal coupon ($10), an
exit row seat on the second direct flight in the morning, and a standby for the
first. She was pleasant enough in an unpleasant situation. Her last advice was
to go to another terminal to eat. I trudged over there on the monorail and
walked a long way to the eating area only to find it all closed except a coffee
and snack stand. Back I go. I decide to just find a quiet bench and call it a
night. It was 11:30pm. May 31<sup>st</sup> was a very long day.<o:p></o:p></div>
Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-22723147279346962642016-05-30T09:23:00.000-07:002016-05-30T09:23:22.167-07:00Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway<div class="MsoNormal">
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Compared to the last two days, nothing happened. And that is
exactly what we needed. Most of the guys had their bags packed and preliminary
weighed last night. There was some laundry yet to distribute holding things up.
(Side note: Laundry here has been, at best, average. I was always led to
believe Chinese laundry service was exceptional. Some of the hotels, I believe,
actually had an employee just load our stuff into their car and take it home,
wash it as quickly as they could and bring it back. I was really disappointed
when things were wet, poorly folded, and my dress shirts were not starched and
creased).<o:p></o:p></div>
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By 9 am we were fed, loaded, and on the road again. The bus
ride to the airport took us right by the bullet train depot. I started to
wonder why we didn’t just fly here in the first place, but apple pie flashed in
my mind I knew it was time to stop questioning things. By 11:30, we were in the
airline terminal. The boarding began about 12:40. We go out a door, into a bus,
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I should mention, that today on our original itinerary was
an early morning flight with a day of shopping in Shanghai. I am not much of a
shopper, but Shanghai is a cool place to walk around. I have only one thing to
buy, a very specific box of tea for my sister. At this point you are asking
yourself, “Doesn’t he want to get his wife something?” I do. And I have. All of
you who have been enjoying this blog have also been enjoying her present. I
have written to my wife every day since I left for this trip. She, and you, has
been along for every up and down, every win and loss, every meal, bus ride,
heart ache, and triumphant moment. What present can I buy the woman I love
better than sharing my life?<o:p></o:p></div>
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So about the plane. Apparently, the bus can’t drive on the
highway early in the morning. Therefore, we cannot be on time for an early
flight. Schedule changes to the only other flight to Shanghai which is 1:30.
Which brings us back to the waiting on the tarmac to taxi. We waited so long,
they served food while we waited. We finally land in Shanghai at 4:30. The
itinerary had us shopping at a place mysteriously called, the Black Market. But
it closes at 6, and it is a few train stops away from the airport. Marshall,
Cal, and I decide it isn’t worth the hassle and potential frustration to maybe
get 45 minutes of shopping. Everyone else sees it as a challenge and off they
go. The “stayers” agree to take all the luggage to the hotel.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The first shuttle that shows up is completely full. The four
of us could not have fit, and now we have 20 suitcases and book bags. We decide
to wait for the next shuttle. Twenty minutes later, same situation. Clearly, we
are at the exit end of the airport and the shuttle is picking people up all
through the loop. Robert calls the hotel and explains our situation. They send
a special van for us. Meanwhile, a few other hotel guest are waiting at our
spot now. When the van gets there, the guys does a great job getting everything
in. He must be very good at Tetris, because he got 10 people and a ton of
luggage into that thing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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At the hotel, we unload everything onto three bellman carts
and drag it upstairs. My room, strike that…our room, looks like the lost and
found near the baggage carousel. I say we because I no longer have a private
room. I am bunking with Calvin tonight as the hotel mysteriously didn’t have
enough rooms for the team. Could this be passive retaliation for a game poorly
played? Apple Pie.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-77861081480879895462016-05-30T09:17:00.000-07:002016-05-30T09:17:15.781-07:00What should you say when it’s over<br /><div class="MsoNormal">
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The day is full of meetings about the situation. Conversations about who did this, what should
be done about that, and the ever popular, how can we fix this? All of these are
above my pay-grade. All I know, somehow, miraculously, we escaped that arena
without a serious injury. The guys would be pretty happy just going to the
airport and sitting there for two days waiting for the plane back to the USA.
Unfortunately, the show must go on. Police are involved. The Chinese Sports
Administration is involved. FIBA is involved. Mr. Gao is in full blown crisis
control mode. He gets assurances that arena will have extra security and the
refs who worked last night will be replaced with FIBA officials. I tell Robert
and Mr. Gao that our first choice is not to play to play the game. It is
unsafe. However, if we have to put on uniforms and go out there, it will be
strictly procedural. We will look like a team, but we won’t play with anywhere
near the tenacity and athleticism they are accustomed to. We will play a
compact zone, we will advance the ball to the other end of the floor, and we
will shoot. We will lose mightily.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Honestly, I don’t think they heard anything after, “We will
play.” So when it came time to set the schedule Robert was surprised to hear I
wanted the bus at 6:30. “How will you warm up enough,” he asks. “We don’t need
to warm up for what we are going through tonight, in fact we are not coming out
of the locker room until it’s time for introductions and anthems,” I tell him.
Again, a funny face. He tells me because of the bad publicity from last night’s
riot, we need to have a ceremonial handshake with the Chinese team on the court
before the game starts. It will show that there are no hard feelings. I take great
pride in not looking as crazy as I feel. This was one of those moments. I was
pretty sure no player would want to see, let alone shake hands with, the
Shandong team. “You can do it Beebe,” he says, “just use your American way of
dealing with them.” So clearly, there is supposed to be some magic in that old
green clipboard still. I ask a couple players and they are not as good at
concealing their immediate reaction. I move to the next room, more rejection. I
change my strategy knowing I am at the last room where any possibility exists.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jordan and Tyler have become best friends on this trip. They
are the tall and short of our squad and they seem to be really enjoying
everything as much as they can. I walk in with one bullet in my gun. Before I
ask the real question, I ask if they are able to be bribed. Curious faces
indeed, and they ask for what. I explain to them that Chickie and Pete’s is the
best sports bar in Philly and one is opening up right near my house by the end
of the summer. The next time they swing through Philadelphia, I will buy them
dinner. They get excited about the free food, and assure me that they can get
to Philadelphia, and then they remind me that I haven’t told them what they
need to do. When I tell them they will
be shaking hands with the Shandong players for a photo op to assure China that
our actions were simply a misunderstanding, not a threat to national security,
I got the face. “Tell us more about the restaurant.” Thank God. Behold the
power of crab fries.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The arena is quiet. Spooky quiet. I assumed even before last
night situation, that tonight’s attendance would be down. Without a Chinese
team to watch, how many basketball junkies would come out? I also wondered how
many people had seen the video on the internet, yes there is video on the
internet, and would come out to see if would happen again or just to heckle the
Americans. We get to the same locker room, albeit quite tidy now, and I go to
look at our bench area. I have been assured there will be 10 uniforms right
behind the bench the whole time. What I see is both impressive and scary. There
are 10 SWAT member with helmets, face shields and large arm shields, the kind
with the rectangle peep hole to see who they are running over. Ok, check off
better security. I go back inside the locker room and wait with the guys. This
is when I ask who is interested in playing time tonight. Usually, this question
evokes childlike enthusiasm with hand waving and shouts for attention. Not
tonight. It’s quiet. I wait it out. Letting a question breathe is a teacher’s
friend. Getting the answer first doesn’t make it right, getting the answer
right makes it right. There is a pregnant pause. There is a pregnant with twins
pause. And then, Jordan is in. quickly followed by Tyler, and Byron, and Aly,
and Cal, and Marshall. You can imagine my relief that the number was over 4.
Steve, Kyle and Darren took the stand that we shouldn’t be here and their
playing would only signify a change of position. I respect that. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Our strategy was to play zone, advance the ball, and get a
shot. Not to think about the score, or the other team, the National Team of
Tunisia. I decided to bring Marshall off
the bench, his left eye still bruised from yesterday. The crazy part was, we
were winning 8-4 in the early moments. I know every coach will tell you his
team had a chance, and this may have been the best team we played the whole
month, but I sincerely believe we would have beaten this team too. It became
clear to Tunisia what our strategy, or lack thereof, was and they forced the
ball inside and converted basket after basket. We fell behind and slowly fell
off the pace as Team USA jacked up three pointer after three pointer. On a plus
side, I got to see Byron play extended minutes. His game is smooth: quality shooter,
quick, good defender. By the end of the night he had 30 and didn’t look like he
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By halftime, we were down 25. There was a brief flirtation
by the players to turn on the jets and beat these guys. We had done that once
before already, but Tunisia was a better team, and this was no time to try to
prove a point. Besides, we were already proving a point by being there and
participating. I reminded them our plan was to get this game behind us and go
home. Stick to the plan.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The second half was more of the same. We fell farther and
farther behind. For the players, it was the perfect game. Shoot any shot you
want, play soft defensively, and the coach isn’t barking and stomping his feet
at them. I smile at this, because what if they had won? Imagine if this little
Lord of the Flies moment created a victory. Well, fortunately for all coaches
everywhere, we kept losing ground. But, midway through the 3<sup>rd</sup>
quarter, Darren asks to go in. I was surprised, but I told him to go in right
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I am from Philadelphia and we have been known to boo. We
take pride in knowing who and when to boo. We are good at it. So imagine my
surprise, when after watching this horrible game the fans start to boo each
time we touch the ball. I almost kicked myself for not thinking of it. If I had
spent money for a ticket to this, I would be booing too. The first time during
the boo-fest, we come down and miss a shot. Tunisia converts at the other end.
We inbound and the booing begins anew. Marshall has the ball and as he crosses
mid-court he launches a rainbow that hits nothing but the bottom of the net. The
place goes wild with applause. I am sure our field goal percentage was in the
30’s, so there wasn’t much to cheer about, but at least the fans knew something
might be coming along any second. Didn’t matter. Final score 137-58. (Side
note: 20 three’s in forty minutes would have generated 60 points. We shot
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So now, there is a hubbub because we lost. When we were
rolling teams, there was quickly someone in my ear telling me to hold back,
don’t embarrass them, put in some subs, or call a timeout. I did not see anyone
slipping a note or speaking quietly to the Tunisians. Why were they
unchecked? The after game hallway
meeting with Mr. Gao, Robert, the arena, and the Chinese Sports Administration
was spirited. I didn’t want to throw our sponsor and translator under the bus,
so told everyone who would listen: “Tonight was a show of respect. Our team was
there to fulfill its commitment, but the conditions and treatment we received
last night were unacceptable and dangerous. If you had any respect for us you
would not have put us in this position in the first place. Furthermore, that
while there was ample security, two of the referees were the same as last
night. Our players don’t do this as a hobby, this is their livelihood. This is
how they feed their family. They are too big, too strong, and too fast to let
these referees ruin their future. You
lied to us to get us here, and we played. We are leaving.” I had practiced most
of that all afternoon knowing someone would ask why we were not competitive.
The part about the referees was a bonus. Two referees were, in fact, at last
night’s game. I am good with faces and spotted them right away. The fact that I
could slip in the part about being lied to was great.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I woke up with an anxious feeling. Not sure if it was the
late night beer and peanuts, or the notion that we are close to doing something
special. I know I want to win every game and make a statement. As I told the
players in Los Angeles, this is as simple as A.B.C., Aspirations Beyond China.
I want basketball people to look at our team and say, “I want that guy for my
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I spent my day working lineups. After sending home a player,
we are now a group of 9. Any time you add or subtract from a group, it is not a
bigger or smaller group. It is a new group. This new group has not played a
game together. This new group does not have balance, or familiarity with
rotations, or a single minute of time playing together. This group is on game
#1. I work the lineup with the group I feel will get us off to a good start no
matter what the Chinese team has in mind. If they go big we will be able to
match, if the go small we will be able to guard it, if they press we will be
able to handle it. Instead of two five-minute segments per quarter, I decide to
go with three 3:30 minute segments. That’s nine different clusters. I am hoping
that by moving players in and out they will not pick up fouls, they will not
get too heated with the refs, and they will feel compelled to get to work
quickly once they enter the game.<o:p></o:p></div>
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While the arena is not full, the game has drawn a spirited
crowd. There are people with big drums banging happily. There are people with
big flags waving proudly. There are groups chanting in unison proudly. I love
playing in front of an active crowd even if they are rooting for the other
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When we arrived on the floor for shoot around, there were no
basketballs at our end of the court. The Chinese team was already into the
well-choreographed stretching and shooting performance. They had 10 balls. When
we asked for 3, they declined. WTF? Is that how it’s going to be? I had bumped
into the coaches at lunchtime today. They were not Chinese, I thought they were
Americans and I said hello, they did not respond. I thought it peculiar, and
decided it was ok, because later I was going to say hello to them all night
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Pregame festivities take a long time. With our regular Cheer
Squad long gone, they brought in some local troupe to entertain. Plus a dance
group in Michael Jordan jerseys. Plus speeches from three local dignitaries
(the time doubled as each was interpreted into English). By the time the player
introductions happened, it was 30 minutes after the layup line. Both teams were
chomping at the bit to get underway. <o:p></o:p></div>
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As the ball is tossed up, Calvin taps it back to Tyler.
Whistle. Illegal touching. WTF? And so it begins. The referees for this game
were not of the highest quality. In fact, I question their integrity more than
their knowledge of the game and ability to facilitate the game. It is quite
clear the challenge we faced.<o:p></o:p></div>
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There were a number of non-calls, especially on moving
screens. This is a dangerous play which can result in a serious injury. Every
50/50 ball was decided to be Shandong ball (the actual name of the Chinese
team). There was a traveling call while we dribbled. The score table didn’t
credit us with consecutive baskets, a 2 and a 3. At one point the team fouls
were USA 9, Shandong 1. Clearly, everyone is on this except us. Shandong has
even dressed 13, instead of 10, players for the game so they will A) have 15
extra fouls to give during the game and B) their main players will not be worn
down by the end of the game. Seems the Serbian born coaches have spoken with
their CBA peers about the USA Team. Yes, Serbian. So maybe they didn’t know how
to say hello in English earlier, but his perfect use of the language during a
pregame court side chat let me know the lunch snub was intentional. That’s cool.
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The game is a farce and we are pulling away, up 18 with less
than two minutes in the first half. The lineups have been working perfectly and
I have been pulling every player who barked at the ref for longer than I cared
to watch. The Chinese hit a three and start yapping at our guys. There had been
talking all game, but for some reason they chose that moment to declare the
comeback had begun. We come down and miss a quick three. Shandong runs the
other way and drops in another three. The crowd erupts, the Chinese players get
pumped, and then the fit hits the shan.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In basketball, a screen is a perfectly legal and effective
way to help your teammate get open. A moving screen violates the rule when a
player extends his shoulder, or hip, or leg, or butt into the player being
screened. Some big guys are so smooth at this. Others are not. This time is was
flagrant. The Shandong player bowled over Marshall as if they were playing
football. No call. Marsh is on the ground looking up, and this guy is yacking
down at him. Unacceptable. Marshall hops up into his face.<o:p></o:p></div>
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From my vantage point on the bench it looked like a simple
push, shove, and curse situation. But the Shandong bench ran onto the court.
Which means we have to run onto the court. The referees were no match for this.
I have been around some basketball fights, mostly it consists of punches that
don’t land because guys don’t want to land them. They are usually short affairs
with twice as many peacekeepers as there are combatants. Unfortunately, tonight
is not a typical basketball fight. It is chaos. They players, and the coaches
from Shandong are all looking for someone to hit. Then the fans get involved.
It was as serious as it can get. The fans who couldn’t flood the court started
throwing whatever they had. It was raining water bottles, chairs, trash cans,
everything and anything. At one point a fan with large chunk or railing was
heading our way. The Americans had to fight our way off the court, down the
tunnel, and find the sanctuary of the locker room.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My role as calming influence was completely lost in this
situation. I tried to guide our guys down the tunnel as quickly as I could. The
last player found himself in a bit of a situation as three Shandong players had
him at the locker room end of the tunnel. I had one shot at this. I ran toward
our guy, pushed him as hard as I could, while body slamming into the door the
guys who were holding our players jersey. The jersey tore and our player
slipped out of it and got the locker room. I got through the door and moved to
the hallway entrance to the locker room. I turned and stood my ground. I was
actually thinking of the movie 300. This narrow doorway is where I would make
my stand thinking only one person at a time could try to get past. So there I
was, standing nose to chest with a panting, sweating, adrenaline rushing player
from Shandong. He made his move and in my best dad voice I yelled, “NO”. I
raised my finger to his face and yelled it again. He actually stopped. Maybe he
was trying to decide which way to kill me, but it was just long enough for the
SWAT team to arrive and start pulling guys away from the doorway.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I went into the locker, nine players accounted for. I told
them to lock the door and not anyone in. I have been knocking on hotel doors
the whole trip and the guys say I have a distinctive and loud knock. I told
them unless it’s me, do not open the door. I go out into the hallway and it’s a
mob scene of cops, dignitaries and Robert and Mr. Gao. They are under the
impression as some time passed, we would all be of cooler mind and we would
continue the game. I assured all who would listen, the USA team was done for
tonight and may, in fact, be done for tomorrow also. I could see in Robert’s
face that he didn’t want to translate that.
There was a lengthy discussion, none of which I understood. Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes. Thirty minutes. I decide to go back into the locker room and see
if we were ok. The arena had sent a medical person, more EMT than Doctor, to
assist anyone needing attention. Both Marshall and Jordan were attended to.
When I looked around, there were several pieces of aluminum tubing in the
player’s hands. I asked what that was about and they said spectators tried to
come in the windows. The aluminum was a towel hanging rack they destroyed to
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Back I go to the hallway. Mr. Gao is now accepting of the
fact that tonight’s game is over. He is working with the police to ensure our
safe passage back to the hotel. It is over an hour before we are escorted
through the bowels of the now dark arena. Uniforms in front of us and behind
us. A tunnel of uniforms lead from the arena doorway to the bus door. We drive
off the property and onto the quiet street. The bus is quiet, very quiet. As we
arrive at the hotel, there is a platoon of uniforms in formation at the front
door. Mr. Gao speaks to the team before we unload. He urges the players to
control their minds, to act appropriately in the hotel (which, obtw, we share
with China), and that he cannot help anyone who does not take this seriously. I
think walking past the uniforms cemented how serious China was about this
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Inside the hotel, Mr. Gao, Robert and I are up most of the
night making arrangements. The guys just want to load up and sleep at the
airport and get out of here right now. The town, the sponsors, the Athletic
Administration of China need the game to happen. We are all in touch with the
coordinators back in the US, and are informed that while skipping the game may
seem the right thing now, in the long run playing will be less problematic. It
will be a tough sell in the morning when I talk with the players. I am wired
and sleep isn’t going to happen any time soon.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-40936145548484233132016-05-29T05:10:00.000-07:002016-05-29T05:10:12.841-07:00Stars can’t shine without the darkness<div class="MsoNormal">
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The Actbang Hotel in Huangshi is a nice place. The display
of Ping Pong trophies in the lobby is quite impressive. There is shopping
nearby and a park just steps from the hotel where kids play all day. We have
been here longer than any place we will stay in China, and we are only half way
into our stay. Today we had a walk through at the arena. It is just as
impressive as the hotel. Seating is at least 10,000. If the game is a sellout,
it will be quite a raucous environment.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The walk through started off slowly. A day off for an
athlete is like Thanksgiving Dinner. It tastes good at the time, but a little
later you are laying on the sofa like a zombie. We haven’t done anything for
two days (the college visit yesterday doesn’t count as a practice as they
hardly broke a sweat). The guys looked
like zombies lacing up their sneakers and venturing out onto the empty court. I
let them just BS for about 15 minutes and then got underway.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nine players, no managers or assistant coaches to fill the
void. My time at Camden County College is paying off. We had many practices
with less than a full complement of players. Passing, shooting, running, walking
through the old plays, introducing new plays, and a foul shot competition that
ended spiritedly. I was pleased.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Back at the hotel, lunch was ready. Then, the time abyss.
There was nothing on the schedule until dinner, and then nothing on the
schedule until breakfast. I read, took a
nap, but certainly nothing happened blog worthy. When I went to dinner, I walked
in and picked up a plate. It was the same old fare. I made a complete loop of
the buffet, put the plate back into the pile, and walked out. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Aly came past my room and asked if I was going out to walk
and if he could join me. I jumped at the chance to get out of the hotel. We set
off in search of an ATM as Aly needed a little RMB. The first one we found
seemed fine, but we couldn’t navigate the screens on the computer and decided
it was certainly the computer’s fault. We walked a couple more blocks and found
another machine. <o:p></o:p></div>
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There was a lady there who Aly recruited to help him with
the screens. I am assuming that Aly thought I could do it as easily as I read
the name tags yesterday at the promotion. The lady was quite nice, but the
machine wasn’t. Still no cash. She could speak a little English and asked him
how much he was trying to get. Aly said $200 RMB. The lady digs into her
pocketbook and tries to give it to him. I look at Aly and ask him what that
says about his current attire. <o:p></o:p></div>
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As it turns out, this lady works for the Sports Exhibition
Center. Seriously? Of all the passers-bye, this lady is from the arena where we
play two games. Crazy. While we are trying to turn her down, she calls a
friend. The friend tells us about the employment coincidence and that the lady
really wants to help us. I suggest we trade USD for the RMB and the offer is
accepted. Everyone wins. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Aly and I continue on our merry way, followed occasionally
by the curious group of kids and always by the looks of people who have never
seen someone duck through a doorway (Aly, not me). We peek into a few shops,
Aly has some souvenirs he still needs, and I buy a beer and some peanuts to
fill the void of dinner. I am back in
Room 701 by 9:00pm. There is an English speaking movie channel so I half
watched POINT BREAK. (No thumbs for this one, lots of special effects, but the
plot line is predictable and the acting is pedestrian.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-59227055684678291392016-05-29T05:06:00.000-07:002016-05-29T05:06:01.322-07:00Sometimes painful things can teach us lessons that we didn’t think we needed to know.<div class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">
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<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> I should have known something was up when I was the only American at breakfast at 7:30 am. After an hour</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">,</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> a couple players strolled in. We have nothing on the schedule this morning and I suppose some extra sleep was chosen by many over breakfast. I understand and appreciate that as I would probably have made the same decision in my early 20s. </span><br />
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<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> I exit the elevator and start toward my room. Robert calls me into his room and tells me some players had a situation last night. My heart sinks. He gives me the details of a fun night gone wrong. It’s the same story throughout time. Tourists go to a drinking establishment. Feel like they have been deceived. Gets </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">angry. Make</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">s</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> bad decisions. Enter cops. I live in a college town and know how rowdy things can get, but the added element here is the strict code of discipline of China. </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Robert and Mr. </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Gao </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">have</span><span class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.6px;"> done </span><span class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.6px;">a </span><span class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.6px;">masterful job of keeping </span><span class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.6px;">our </span><span class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.6px;">people out of jail apparently. Things are still not completely set</span><span class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.6px;">tled as of our conversation, and</span><span class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.6px;"> Robert and Mr. </span><span class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.6px;">Gao</span><span class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.6px;"> are pissed. Rightly so. They tell me I must control the players when they are out. That I must yell at them. Not just talk to them. Yell. American players don’t respond to kindness, I am told. It is sad that this is their impression of American players. If you know anything about me, I am not really the yelling type. Even my kids will tell, I need to be pretty worked up about something before I yell. And</span><span class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.6px;">,</span><span class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.6px;">as for controlling players on their free time, well that would quite difficult as </span><span class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.6px;">I am a</span><span class="s2" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.6px;"> force of one as they scatter into the night.</span><br />
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<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> I go to lunch early and wait. Mad. Disappointed. Frustrated. This is a conversation we have had numerous times. I keep the players at the table until all 9 are assembled. I tell them the concept of free time has change. Our once mature approach has been changed to restrictive policy which does not allow for any alcohol or evenings out of the hotel. As you can imagine, this was not received well. I did not throw the offending players under the bus. The other players looked shocked at why this conversation was even happening. I told them we need to act like professionals. We need to be accountable for each other. To which, some balked at the idea of a change for all because of some. They wanted to know the 5 W’s. I told them to ask their teammates. I knew</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> the embarrassment the players woul</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">d feel detailing their story</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> was better than anything I could have said. (Not to leave you hanging, but it boils down losing face and about $50 USD) Caveat Emptor.</span><br />
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<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> We have an appearance at 2:30 at a local college. The Hu </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Bei </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Normal Institution. It’s a teachers college with about 20,000 students. I am first told, we will be holding a clinic there. I plan for 6 drill stations, personalized shooting instruction from yours truly, a version of full court basketball that involves 15 players at once, and my favorite camp game “The Dash for Cash.” I don’t know how many attendees there will be, or what the ages are, or if they are both guys and girls. There is a lot I don’t know, but I know I will be ready for anything.</span><br />
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<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> It has been raining all day. We slog through the parking lot full of puddles to enter a lobby with beautiful marble flooring. No mat to wipe our feet, no caution sign to indicate danger. I think back to </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">the sign I saw </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">earlier in t</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">he trip:</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> BEWARE OF SLIPPERY. I smile and move carefully. We are lead upstairs to</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> a</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">board room. </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">As I enter the room, Robert tells me to tell all the players to just smile when they are greeted. Apparently, the same bogus list of player names was sent here. Each seat has a name card in front of it. Without hesitation, I turn and direct players to very specific seats. Each of them is quite impressed with my ability to read Chinese and I am pretty sure the college people were also. Robert knew I was totally </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">bluffing and smiled more than I have seen him do so all trip. </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">We are greeted by the Chancellor, and several Deans. Each gives a </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">“</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">welcome to our school speech</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">”</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">(interpreted by students who speak English) </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">and we are off on a tour of the facility.</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> We go back down a staircase, past a hallway with dancing dragons at parade rest awaiting their charges and go into a large room. We are about to see a display of martial arts and several large swords and weapons are going to be involved. The display of athleticism is impressive. Quick running, high jumping, twisting and turning in the air, and </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">the swoosh</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> of metal through the air. However, the whole time I was thinking, “Someone really needs to vacuum that carpet.”</span><br />
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<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> Then it was our turn. We are escorted up several stories of fine marble stairs to the gymnasium. It is nothing special as gyms go</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">: floor needs to be sanded and varnished, backboards need to be cleaned, and there are puddles dotting the floor. A roofer could make big, big, money in this country. The guys are not happy with life in general right now and they attack this promotion with the enthusiasm of a 7</span><span class="s3" style="font-size: 7px; line-height: 8.399999618530273px; vertical-align: super;">th</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> grader do</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">i</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">ng homework. But there they are: four line passing, three line shooting, and then the fan favorite layup line dunk-a-thon. Three guys volunteer to play three college guys for a couple minutes and the crowd cheer evenly for every basket. A few minutes later, it is all over but the pictures. Lots and lots of pictures. I am pulled to do interviews with the school paper and the TV station. The guys are pulled in million directions as every student has a cell phone and a desire to get a selfie with an American. We aren't back on the bus in just over an hour. </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I put the well scripted clinic itinerary into my back pocket and breathe a sigh of relief.</span><br />
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<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> We get back to the hotel and Robert and I have a long conversation about American culture and the attitudes</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> of youth</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">in our society. Sounds like a doctoral thesis if I ever heard one. I am also quite careful not to paint in such broad strokes that every tall, athletic, 20 somethi</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">ng is a poor decision maker. His experiences running tours tells him it’s true. I assure him those experiences with some, overshadow the positive interactions he has had because of the stress they cause. If he counted them, the good would far outweigh the bad.</span><br />
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<span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> Dinner and Chill. That is our agenda for the night. At 5:30pm, there was nothing left to do but wait for breakfast. Our new reality. There is a </span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Wal-mart</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> down the street and a few of the guys talk Robert into allowing them to run down there and grab some snacks and movies for the night</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">.</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> I am shocked</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> when</span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> he agrees. He sets a one hour limit for the trip and tells them don’t be late. Another player asks if he can go to the indoor basketball court right across from the hotel. Robert agrees to that for one hour. (In my mind, I am thinking apparently nothing bad can happen in less than 60 minutes) Everyone makes the deadline and we settle in for quiet night. I hope.</span></div>
Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-48675421775055332016-05-26T03:53:00.001-07:002016-05-26T03:53:12.610-07:00The journey is as important as the destination<br /><div class="MsoNormal">
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My morning starts later than I had hoped, I am still kicking
myself for not being in the lobby when the bus left at 5 am. Breakfast. Pack.
Load up. We are on the way to Huangshi. Rain and gloom welcome us as we hit the
road. There isn’t much to see out the windows and the bus is significantly
quieter than it has been. We are currently a shuttle service for the referees
and their wives. The guys half-jokingly mumble about not getting calls last night
for the price of shuttle service. We pull into a huge railroad station a little
more than 4 hours later.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Our train is scheduled for 2:15 pm. There is plenty of time
to get something at McDonald’s (America’s favorite restaurant, lol) and hit the
head. All luggage is carried on. Our seats are together, unlike an airplane,
and off we go on China’s bullet train. It looks fast parked. Sleek and long,
with a pointed nose. My first thought was the movie, Snow Piercer. There is
plenty of legroom and I get a window seat. That is good for me because I do not
like moving every time someone wants to gets up. The train goes from zero to
wow quickly. There is a digital display of the current time and date and
temperature and speed. 304 kg/h. That is Indy 500 fast. I take some vids looking
out the window, but the weather isn’t cooperating. Things close to the train
are just a blur, things far are obstructed by fog. Occasionally, a train passes
us going the opposite direction. I can feel the woosh. It’s like a wind crossing
a bridge or passing a semi-truck. There are two stops and we cover over 500 kg
in less than an hour and a half. We arrive at our destination station, Wuhan.
We meander through the station and find our bus and drive to the hotel. Ninety
minutes later we arrive. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The town is sprawling, clearly a working town, and my
expectations for this hotel dwindle with each passing block. On our travels, we
have seen houses of all types: huge, homey, humble, and hovel. There are clearly
delineated sections, with little occasion of exception. Nice is nice. Bad is
really bad. Visually speaking. It’s possible that people who live the simplest
lifestyle are the happiest. All I know is, traveling makes me appreciate my
status as an American and all the privileges it provides. By 6 pm, we are all
booked into the rooms and on our way to the dining hall. The hotel is nice.
Nicer than the drive up would imply. It is brand new, the elevator buttons
shine like they just peeled off the thin protective plastic cover. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We are greeted at the restaurant by employees wearing cowboy
hats and brown vests with fringe. They look like Woody from Toy Story costumes.
I walk in and say, “Howdy.” To which, I get zero reply. I quickly drop the
Chinese version of what’s up, it sounds like KNEE-HOW, and they smile and wave
me toward the buffet. And what a buffet it is. They are going all out to
impress us. There is quite an assortment from fish to octopus, to breads and
steamers full of entrees. A guy in a tall chef’s hat is hand preparing pan
seared steak, chicken, and fish. Plenty of desserts and soda. Even hand dipped
ice cream. The guys are chowing down and saying how the next team we play has
no chance now that we are eating like kings. I didn’t bring up that we were
undefeated on less than diverse foods for fear of creating an agitated attitude. I really
don’t care why they feel invincible, I like it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In the cooler with the soda is beer. Just one kind, but it
is cold and included with the meal. This is both good and bad. Good, that while
we have the night off everyone can relax. Bad, that not everyone drinks beer
with dinner like I do. One meal, one beer. I catch a lot of flak from my family
for that, but it works for me. Mr. Gao is quite concerned that players and beer
is a bad mix. Initially he tries to prohibit it, but ultimately allows it. I do
not take a beer. I tell the players to
act professionally. This is not the first time I have told them, and not the
last time they need to hear it. Everything here is a job interview.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Because of the rain, I don’t think anyone is going to walk
around tonight. I go to my room to read and blog and watch soccer. Yes, soccer.
One channel on each hotel cable system plays sports. I recently kinda watched a
few hours of badminton as I worked through my afternoon pregame routine. (Don’t
judge. Badminton is more compelling than you may imagine.) It wasn’t long
before I was nodding off, so I laid down and tried to sleep. A phone call, a
text message in a group, replies to that group message: every time I got close
to asleep something brought me back to reality. The bed feels like something
the Flintstones would have. Every hotel has had very firm beds. When I say very
firm, I mean a sheet on just a box spring at home would be about the same.
Tossing, turning, interruptions made REM impossible. Somewhere in the night, I
found an oasis of comfort and drifted to sleep.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-6815978888852985072016-05-26T03:43:00.002-07:002016-05-26T03:43:41.564-07:00Growth isn’t for everybody. Some people want to stay the same forever.<br /><div class="MsoNormal">
2016 May 24 <o:p></o:p></div>
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The day starts with a tinge of excitement. Did we really
just beat the CBA Champs? Can we do it again? As we are boarding the bus, I try
to think of all the things I would do differently if I were the coach of the
Whales. Then I thought about the way to counteract it. I try to play the game
in my head over and over, seeing what happens when we play. I try to anticipate every possible scenario.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The ride appears to be uneventful, and when we arrive at the
promotion three hours later, the guys are met by 100 or so enthusiastic
basketball fans. Both teams are there and the Cheer Squad. The podium is tucked
away in a downtown shopping district. Balloons. Banners. A blowup arch. Everyone
signs a large poster commemorating the event. There is much glee, but it is
short glee. We are back on the bus in no time and arrive at the hotel just in
time for lunch. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The weather looks threatening and I am tired from the road
and decide a nap is the best way to spend the afternoon. By the time pregame meal rolls around, I have
a good feeling about how things are going to play out tonight. The players
straggle to the bus and away we go.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Game-time<o:p></o:p></div>
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This arena is nice. The seating capacity is around 7,000.
It’s bright and the floor is full size. This will work for us because we like
to run, but will work against us as the Whales will have more room on the
perimeter for their shooters. The place is packed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The national anthems are played tonight. I stood with my
hand over my heart and singing while The Star Spangled Banner played. With the
words…and the home of the brave…I lower my hand and start to turn. Did you know
there was a second verse? I suppose I did, but I have never ever heard it
played at the game. The arena DJ most certainly just grabbed the first version
of the anthem they found on the internet and used it. At one point during the
extended time, I motion to the scorer’s table to cut it. I mean, what if there
are 4 or 5 verses? The Chinese Anthem is quite short. A call to arms, trumpet
intro, followed by throbbing percussion, some lyrics, a crescendo, and done. I
look around the arena and hardly anyone is singing. I mean not even moving
their lips. Is it because they don’t know it or don’t like it? Strikes me odd
each time. In the USA, I am surprised when the anthem is not followed by at
least a couple USA…USA…USA chants. Here, there is polite clapping.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My goal last night was to win in such a fashion that the
Whales would not want to come back tonight. Sounded bold as you read that
yesterday, but it is the only way. If they had won, our cloak of invincibility
would have been gone. If we won a close game, they would have come back at us
with double the effort to beat an American team knowing that only the smallest
thing could turn the game. No, we had to destroy their hope.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was a good time to get off to a great start; and we did.
It was 26-3 when Robert hopped off the bench and whispered into my ear to let
them score. Apparently, Mr. Gao had sent him. Imagine selling 7,000 tickets to
a show no one wants to watch anymore and there are two hours left. Remember
when I said we are part Lakers, part Globetrotters? The Whales make a couple
shots, we miss a couple shots and the first quarter ends 34-12. Clearly, the
Whales are done. The USA wants to pad their stats, but they too know it garbage
time. I ask the point guards to walk the ball up the floor if we get a rebound.
They can run on turnovers. It is not exactly a stall offense, but it takes a few
extra seconds off most possessions. You would think I stole the team’s fries.
The faces, the comments, and then their play was atrocious. There were three
straight possessions where 5 USA players did not cross mid-court converting to
defense. Even as I typed the word “converting” I felt like I just insulted the
word “converting.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Time out. I send the players to the bench and tell them to
have a seat. I motion to Robert to bring Mr. Gao to the court so we can talk.
With Robert as my mouthpiece, I tell Mr. Gao that we cannot play like this.
That I cannot coach with one hand tied behind my back. We need to be allowed to
play. I am pretty sure Robert was nervous delivering this message. I am hoping
he has grasped the “tiger and stripes” concept. I am also pretty sure he has
never been summoned to the court for a chat with the coach. He takes a moment,
nods his head, and gives the thumb up, literally as he speaks no English. The
second quarter comes to a fast paced close. The guys are hyped because of the
on-court summit and finish the half strong. At the half the score is 60-33.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the locker room at halftime, I tell the guys how
disappointed I am in them. That I did not tell them to stop playing. That I did
not tell the quit. That quitting is the least attractive quality in an athlete.
I would rather be called a non-talented guy that hustles on every play than a
talented guy who quits. They put up some initial resistance, but they knew I
was right.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Remember, this game is over. It is halftime and it’s over.
Back to the court. There is a dunk contest every game. Two Americans and two
Chinese players. The USA wins every time. Not that the Chinese can’t dunk, they
just don’t do it with the same flair.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The game resumes and there is no buzz. The fans are not into
it. The teams are not into it. An interesting side note: I didn’t realize the
Jumbotron at our end of the court converted to a huge TV during game action.
The one I had been watching just shows the game stats. I look up and there I
am. Maybe 10 feet tall. In living color. It was surreal. I then became very
conscious of what I was doing. The third quarter ends 98-63. I wanted to go the
locker room. I wanted there to be a mercy rule. There was not.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The fourth quarter was loathsome. Lazy defense. Cherry
picking fast breaks. Uncontested baskets at both ends. The kind of action Las
Vegas hates as basketball gives away points that impact the over/under and the
spread. In the immortal words of Ricky Watters, “for who, for what?” As the
final minute wound down the USA finds itself with the ball and a 3 on 1. This
will be a lay-up, we just don’t know by whom or by what means: off the glass,
alley oop dunk, jumping over the lone defender and jamming it with two hands
followed by an extended rim hang to accentuate the action? Nope, a missed pull
up jumper mid-lane. I don’t think too much of it as we are up by so much, but
apparently that was the straw that broke the camels back.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am finishing off the handshake line. I always go last. By
the time I get to the bench, there is a commotion. My first thought is a
security breach. But it is worse than that, two USA players are going at it.
Yelling, swearing, a punch flies, our guys are grabbing the combatants in an
effort to separate them. These are big guys with big egos. Do not allow the
perception of disrespect to enter the picture. Especially when it comes to
basketball and especially in front of thousands of fans. Apparently, player 1
barked at player 2 about not passing the ball on the final possession. Player 2
apparently didn’t like that. Additionally, there had been bad feeling between
these two all day going back to a situation on the bus about seating
arrangements (of which, we have none) and about where in cabin luggage should
be place (also a policy we do not have). Now we have a full scale debacle. It
continues down the tunnel, into the locker room. Player 2 is rushed out into
the hallway, player 1 is breathing fire in the locker room, a caged bull ready
to explode. It is ugly. The police are all around now. Spectators milling
about, trying to watch the most exciting thing to happen tonight. It’s a public
relations nightmare on full display.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It takes over an hour to get things to the point where we
can leave. Player 2 has been whisked through the bowels of the building and put
onto the Cheer Squad bus. The rest of the team has waited enough time to allow
for that bus to have a head start enough for player 2 to be escorted to his
room and sequestered. In the meantime, I am with player 1. Soothing,
comforting, and suspending him until further notice. He doesn’t understand why
he suspended for defending himself. I assure him that his actions were
embarrassing enough to warrant a suspension and that while he was not the one
who threw a punch, his actions and threats were serious violations of any teams’
protocol. He is calming down. He understands that the suspension involves being
sequestered in his room until the morning and that food will be brought to him.
No leaving for any reason.<o:p></o:p></div>
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While all of this is happening, Robert and I are on the
phone with the travel coordinators in the USA. I know how these things end and
it’s not pretty. There is no way these two guys can ever get passed this
exchange. Several players express their concern for the safety of players 1 and
2. We all know there is only one solution. I make the call to send player 2
home, to the USA. Arrangements are made and by the time the team bus arrives at
the hotel, the deal is done. Player 1 is escorted to his room, reminded of the
rules of his sequestration and the assurance that things will be worked out. He
does not know player 2 is on the way out.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I stop in to see player 2. He is upset at his actions, at
being suspended, and certainly about being sent home. He knows this is going to
impact his chance of hooking on with a Chinese team. While I am in there,
Robert and Mr. Gao visit. Mr. Gao gives him all the details of his departure,
and travel schedule back the USA. Player 2 is a decent guy who has not made
professional decisions on this trip. Hopefully, he is able to get on track and
find a team down the line.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I get to my room and there are many bags of laundry waiting
for me. I separated, sort, categorize and display it such a way then when the
players swoop through, they can grab and go quickly. Funny thing, I also get
the bag of clean uniforms for the Whales. Imagine their surprise when all of
their home uniforms are missing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It is about 2 am when I crawl into bed. The Cheer Squad and
player 2 are leaving at 5. I tell myself that I will be in the lobby when it happens,
but I don’t. When I get up at 5:30 I feel badly that I did not say goodbye. I
should have been there for him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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OBTW, final score 121-96. 10 games, 10 wins. This was a
costly win.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-42334811144716229422016-05-22T07:07:00.000-07:002016-05-22T07:07:06.613-07:00Quest Quote<br /><div class="MsoNormal">
2016 May 21 <o:p></o:p></div>
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The phone rings about 5:30 am. I was completely, totally,
deeply asleep. I pick up the phone and try to fake that I am wide awake. The
voice is Joan’s. She knows she woke me and asked if I was asleep. I tell her
it’s cool, I had to answer the phone anyway. We chat briefly and the day is
underway. Hotels in China have either great Wi-Fi, or poor. One of them only
had it in the lobby, but it was really good there. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Today is the rare day where we play, but do not have a
morning shoot around. We check out of the hotel, bus a couple hours to the next
city, and check into a new hotel. We arrive at the Wangjiang Hotel in Jinhua
around 10:30. Stumble out of the bus, check in and head to lunch. The hotel is
older and is showing its age. There was peeling wallpaper, some dinge to the
carpets, and the ever present smell of stale smoke. Darren
and Byron’s room is pretty bad on all counts and they need to switch right
away. Laundry out. Downstairs to eat. Free afternoon. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The city is bustling and there appears to be much to see. I
decide to go for a walk with the Cheer Squad coach and her mom. We get a couple
blocks and see a beautiful arch. We decide to check things out and find a great
arboretum and walking park. We meander through there for an hour or so and find
ourselves at the foot of hotel when we pop back onto the street. From there we
go to Starbucks, thanks smartphone apps, and find ourselves at a mall. When we
first walk in, it doesn’t appear too impressive, but it turns out to be cool.
Six floors of Western shopping bliss. Another hour or more and it’s back to the
hotel. My pregame ritual starts at 3. Ironing my game clothes, reading all the
game notes I had for this team, and setting our line-up and strategy and points
of emphasis.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We have played this team before. The ZJJN Bulls. They are
not nearly as talented as we are, but they are scrappy, borderline dirty. They
know how to stay in a game, and maybe more importantly take us out of ours.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tonight there are many pregame activities we have not done
before: pretend games with little kids, a soccer style introduction where each
player escorts a kid out onto the court, the kids stay out there during the
ceremonial team handshake. All of this is nice, but it cuts into the routine.
We don’t warm up well in general, which I believe is a direct cause of many of
our slow starts. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The tip goes our way, we score and score often and have
total control. And then, the chipping begins. Hard fouls, dirty plays, calls
that make me scratch my head. The usual. At one point Byron is trying to come
off a screen and his defender slows him down by grabbing his jersey. Not
unusual, but this time it was a handful and he tugged the neck down to his
waist. Byron reacted and it was called a double foul. In China, the ref
believes it evens thing off and is totally fair if each team gets a foul. It
was typical of our night.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Our lead rose and fell, but we never trailed in the first
half. I forgot to write the score down, but I know the spread was 7 points. My
big concern was fouls. We were racking them up, and when the Bulls got a player
in trouble we couldn’t get him out. Their two main guys had 3 fouls at the
half and I wanted them to pick up quick ones and sit for a while. Not to be.
Those two guys played with 3 fouls each until the 4<sup>th</sup> quarter. It
was lack of focused aggression on our part. The players didn’t target them in
our haste to just get some stats. We were up 13 at the close of the 3<sup>rd</sup>.
The lead would dwindle to 5, then 3 and you could feel the crowd begin to
really root up a storm. Their coach was pretty animated at this point and they
were subbing guys every dead ball in an effort to stay fresh. They were not
going to wilt down the stretch.<o:p></o:p></div>
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by Kyle, good decisions by Tyler, and key baskets by Byron helped us cement the
ugly win. The final score is 86-78. Eight games, eight wins.<o:p></o:p></div>
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hoping everyone acts like a pro tonight and we don’t have to chase people to be
on time.<o:p></o:p></div>
Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-23508905032886109482016-05-20T16:54:00.000-07:002016-05-20T16:54:44.301-07:00To sleep, perchance to dream<br /><div class="MsoNormal">
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The day started about as early as day can start. I fell
asleep about 11:30 after my late night balcony session. Again, I slept with the
sliding door open for fresh air and the anticipation of the morning sounds.
Bang. I thought it was a gunshot. Bang. I sat up in bed. BANGbangBANGbangBANG…<o:p></o:p></div>
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The hotel next door decided 12:08 was a good time to
celebrate something. The fireworks last only 5 minutes and lit up the
Riverwalk. A sigh of relieve that my imagination had gotten carried away, and
back to dreamland. I was fast asleep when the phone rang. It was 2:35. It was
Robert. There were guests in the lobby complaining about the noise from the
players’ rooms. The hotel isn’t happy, Robert isn’t happy, and now I am not
happy. I walk down there and it’s clear what room is the problem. I stand in
the hallway for just a moment trying to decipher the voices but there are many,
players and Cheer Squad alike. I knock on the door authoritatively. The
hysterical sound of people shhhh-ing others and then a lone player opens the
door as if he had just been awoken. It takes all I have to maintain my stern
face and deliver the message that there have been complaints about the room
being loud and it has to stop. He assures me that he understands and it will. I
go back to my room, set an alarm for 10 minutes and head back there. As I
approach the room, I see a Cheer Squad member scamper back to her room in what
I believe are her pajamas. While it is slightly better, it is not acceptable. A
different player opens the door when I knock the second time. I tell them to
clear the room now. He agrees. I go back to my room and set my alarm for 30
minutes. For the third time I walk the length of the hallway. Halfway, I pass a
room of Cheer Squad voices, I pause listening for the typical baritone voice of
someone over 5’5” inches tall. I don’t hear any. I move down to the original
noisy room and it’s quiet. I am relieved and head back to bed for the 4<sup>th</sup>
time tonight.<o:p></o:p></div>
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There is a speed bump in front of the hotel. As speed bumps
go it is not that impressive. When a car drives over it there is no sound. But
at 6:23, a rattling old vehicle full of unsecured cargo rolled over it. The
noise was multifaceted. Shaking vehicle, clanging cargo, and the ever present
beep. Welcome to sunrise. There is a heavy fog covering the area. This city is
situated in the valley of some mountains so the fog is not lifting any time
soon. No “once in a lifetime’ morning view today either. Well, I am up. I check
my social media, text Joan, and start to pack. When all of that is taken care
of, I go downstairs for breakfast, then I walk a few blocks to a coffee shop. I
place my order in Chinese and actually get what I want. Yes! Then I almost balk
at the cost, $12 RMB. I put it into my currency converter and see that $1.83 USD
is a very fair price for a steaming cup of black coffee. Back to the hotel, up
to my perch, and the comings and goings along the river, which included a 20
minute exercise session for hotel employees that looked like line dancing class.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Today we have a short ride to Quzhou City. I am thinking I
can get some reading done, maybe even catch 20 winks on the bus. Nope. I am
sitting next to Kyle, who is a very interesting guy. Deep. Inquisitive. Smart.
He is always working on something: writing music, writing a book, trying to
line up his next basketball contract. He has lots of energy. When we arrive
it’s time for the routine. Lobby. Room assignments. Laundry out. Go to eat.
Some of the players are having roommate drama. Not everyone wants to room with
everyone else. I get it, but it’s tiring after a while. I have decided for the
next few hotels we will just pick randomly, and if they get a bad pairing we
will just blame it on my hat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I hand out the keys, work through the drama and the players
are off. Only to return very quickly because housekeeping has not prepared the
rooms yet. Some are just messy, some are gross. Ladies are working frantically
under the watchful eye of the manager and everyone is situated within 30
minutes. Sitting at lunch was the most peaceful thing I have done so far.
Robert and I just chit chat about the American mentality and how it differs
from China. I told him that what he admires about American athletes (big,
strong, aggressive) is not what they do, rather it’s who they are. A tiger cannot
change its stripes. It’s rare for an athlete to completely turn it off when
they are not competing. He seemed to understand, and he seemed to like the
nature reference. The afternoon is free and I tell all the players to use it to
rest. Hopefully they do.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The rain is coming down pretty hard as drive to the arena.
The police car lights in front of and behind us make cool reflections through
the bus windows. The ride is short and we hustle through the elements. Inside
the place is pretty small. I would guess the seating capacity to be less than
3,000. The game is delayed because fans cannot get inside efficiently. The
place is packed by tip time. The game is also being televised locally. I would
imagine with the density of population, that there are several million people
able to watch this game at home. Imagine that. My pregame talk is about why
people watch sports on TV. One is escapism from their day to day life. Another
is to have the chance to see something they have never seen before. My final
point, you never know when you are going to see the greatest game you ever saw.
Sports is the ultimate reality show. I tell the team to be the best show on TV
tonight.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We get off to a decent start and that was almost enough to
salt things away. Their coach implored
them, played different line-ups, utilized several defenses, but we had the
answers and controlled the game. At the half we were up 9. The excitement came
as the second half got underway. The Chinese knew this was their last chance.
They didn’t just trim the lead, they took it. But this group of guys has grown,
and we stayed the course. It wasn’t long before we were back ahead. And then
the floodgates opened. By the middle of the 4<sup>th</sup> quarter, we were up
20 and on cruise control. The final minute and a half we lolly-gagged, gave
away a couple nothing 3’s and avoided any of the pleasantries that marred the
previous few games. The final was 97-85. Seven games, seven wins.<o:p></o:p></div>
Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-22625214204497343392016-05-20T12:48:00.001-07:002016-05-20T12:48:11.814-07:00People are capable, at any time in their lives, of doing what they dream of.<br /><div class="MsoNormal">
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I awoke to the gentle sound of beeping from the street 8
stories below. I left the sliding door to the balcony open to get fresh air and
for the street to act as my alarm clock. It is very quiet in the overnight
hours, but slowly comes to life around 5:30. I rolled over and looked out over
the river. It was hazy and my once in a lifetime view will have to wait until
tomorrow. <o:p></o:p></div>
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After breakfast, the team walked to practice. I am not sure
I have ever walked to practice as a coach, and it may have been high school the
last time I did it altogether. It made complete sense. The building is just on
the other side of the river and there is a bridge a block away that leads right
to the arena parking lot. When we arrive, the Cheer Squad is already there and
practicing. They wind things up and we ramp things up. I don’t want to go too
hard, but we didn’t do anything yesterday and I want to put in some new
wrinkles. We will be playing the same team from last game, the Lions. It is
hard to beat a team back to back, especially when they have some material from
which to scout. Our sneaky ace in the hole is Marshall. They have not seen how
well he shoots the ball. We start with the passing drill and shooting and some
full court press break style running, but we spend most of our walk through
time on zone offense. We had a basic set in, and I wanted to tweak that one a
little and put in a new one. Zone offenses are designed to take advantage of
space by creating deception. It’s important for the player with the ball to
either attack the basket or be patient and wait for the next pass to develop.
With all that stressed, we put in two more in-bounds plays to highlight certain
shots for certain players. We run full court for 15 minutes practicing our new
zone stuff, shoot some fouls and call it an hour. We walk back to the hotel.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sitting at the lunch table with Robert, our Chinese scouts
come and sit with us for a minute. They tell me, through Robert, that the Lions
will be playing mostly zone tonight. I smile. I knew that was the only way to
protect their very tall, but very slow center. When the Lions arrived at the
arena for practice, they insisted that everyone leave. I suppose that everyone
meant only Americans as the scouts clearly we able to see what the Lions did at
practice. <o:p></o:p></div>
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After lunch, the laundry arrived at my room. Fold it. Sort
it. Have the guys come down to my room to claim it. When the last player left,
I ironed my tonight clothes and left for a walk to the other side of the river.
I can see the shopping from my balcony and it looked hopping last night. The
walk lasts 2 hours. The stores are about 20 minutes away and I stroll the
avenue looking in lots of windows. I only go into a few. One was a music store
where a nice looking guitar could be had for $880 RMB, and another was an
alcohol and tobacco store where I thought I would be able to find a cigar. No
luck. I am hoping to end my night tonight with a beer and cigar on the balcony.
Did I mention I have a balcony with a kick ass view? Two hours later I am steps
from the hotel when I think a bird or an air conditioner has dripped on me. The
temperature is upper 70’s, but it is humid. Then another drip. It starts to
rain and I count my lucky stars that I am right at the hotel and not across the
river. Perfect timing. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We walk to the game in uniforms. I think we look silly, but
no one complains and it’s a short walk. The gym is already hot and there is
hardly anyone inside. By the time tip-off happens, the air is thick. More from
the high humidity than smoking. I start Tyler and Aly as they have yet to start
a game. Tyler is a game manager, and Aly hustles. I am nervous that Aly may not
be able to handle the 7’2” center. We begin the game with three very good shot
opportunities and come away with zero points. It should be 6-2, but it’s not.
And then, the Lions go on a run and before you know it, it is 24-1. One point
in five minutes. I feel like I could get one point in 5 minutes, but we just
couldn’t buy a bucket. Wholesale substitutions. The next group of guys chips away
and starts to get us back. It was just a matter of getting a couple stops and
believing the ball would go in. As we start to close the gap, they go zone. Our
eyes goes wide as we know we will kill their zone. <o:p></o:p></div>
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By the half, we are up 43-38. That’s a 42-13 run to end the
half. Damn. Unlike a couple games ago when we got down, tonight the players
were pretty calm about it. Lesson learned. However, they are still overreacting
to official’s calls. The animated American athlete you see on Sports Center is great
for TV ratings and selling tickets, but completely unaccepted here in the land
of respect based culture. Think about the Asian kids at the Little League World
Series as they bow to umpire before each at bat. The refs are not use to such
antics and are quick to call fouls, assess technical fouls, and generally whine
to Robert about how I need to change my player’s attitudes. The ref’s are not
wrong, it is just not going to happen.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The second half the Lions came out swinging, but they didn’t
have enough to go the distance. They fell farther and farther behind and our
players got more and more energized as solid defense turned to exciting fast
break chances at the other end. Marshall breaks their spirit with back to back
to back three’s. We were sailing right along. Up 20 with a couple minutes to
play. An elbow here. A grab of the shirt there. The Chinese team was tired and
frustrated and didn’t want to lose again. With 4.8 second on the clock, a loose
ball going out under the basket becomes a projectile. A Chinese player jumps
out of bounds, grabs it, turns and fires it back in play. The problem is
Marshall’s face was right there. So in a moment that mean nothing, we are about
to have an international incident.<o:p></o:p></div>
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There was much cursing and some shoving. There were threats
of great ill doing. But, it didn’t get all the way to a fight as it had before.
Then came the dreaded handshake line. I know it’s a great tradition in hockey
after a series, I just don’t think we need it after every game as a rule. If
some guys want to meet at half court and exchange pleasantries, that’s cool.
Everyone else should be free to go to the locker room. So the finals seconds of
a good win were obscured by drama. Nonetheless, the final score was 96-77.
(95-53 after the first 5 minutes) (wow).<o:p></o:p></div>
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As I write this I am sitting on the balcony. There was no
chair out here so I dragged an over-sized upholstered arm chair into the night
air. I am smoking and imaginary cigar because I could not find one when I was
shopping today. I am drinking an imaginary beer because I was too lazy after
dinner to walk the two blocks to the market to get one. On the plus side, my
feet are up, the night is beautiful, and both the beer and cigar are perfect. <o:p></o:p></div>
Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-56280577171794017532016-05-20T12:38:00.003-07:002016-05-20T12:38:29.130-07:00 Life is either a daring adventure or nothing<div class="MsoNormal">
2016 May 18 <o:p></o:p></div>
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Today’s the kind of day I could easily forget when I get
home and talk about my trip. It was mainly a long bus ride on an interstate
type highway. We drove through mountain tunnels, we passed open areas, we saw
squalor and we saw progress. For me, it was a constant battle between reading,
looking out the window, and taking a nap. Each won their segment of time, but I
felt I would be missing something every time I stopped looking out the window.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The rest stop was not unlike the New Jersey Turnpike.
Busses, trucks, individual cars lined up and the inhabitants rushing in for
what people rush in for. They rush until team walks off the bus. I am not the
shortest, but I am pretty close to it. Even in the United States we would draw
looks, but the fact we are Americans and also very tall makes people stop in
their tracks. And just like the United States, several of the guys take the
chance to get ice cream or snacks to enjoy while we ride. I miss the days of
unbridled consumption, but these guys can really consume.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We know we are getting close when the high rise buildings
don’t stop. The bus driver skillfully slinks through the city streets. At one
point, I swear we are going the wrong way on a one-way street, but neither he
nor the drivers coming at us seem too worried about it. We pull into the hotel
and it is located right in the heart of downtown. There is a river flowing past
it with shopping on both sides of the river and the hotel stands watch over the
whole thing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Checking in is a process. We are a block of 15 rooms. The
front desk rarely looks prepared for our arrival, and the chatter between the
promoter or Robert and the hotel staff always seems tense. My key is handed to
me first. Then I am given 5 room keys for the players. Each new hotel requires
us to surrender our passports. I am carrying those. I am not sure this is the
most secure way to do it, but the first couple check-ins were delayed due to
players’ inability to locate theirs. Also, the president and the vice-president
don’t fly in the same plane; what if something happened to my bag? The whole
squad would be SOL. While it is easy, it may not be best. I create a log of who
is in each room, hand the payers the keys and hand a copy of the log to the
promoter (yes, I am sure he has a name which I have not been told, he prefers
bossman. I understand the concept as I am comfortable with being called coach,
but I just haven’t warmed to the name). At this point, everyone scatters.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Before I leave the front desk area, Byron Wesley (Gonzaga
Univ.) is already back from his room with a situation. There is a Russian man
in his room. Not just in there, this guy in entrenched. Clearly the hotel
double booked that room and we were second to arrive. I make the room list
carefully as to have good neighbors. Byron and Derrek White (Campbell Univ.)
have been great neighbors: no loud music, no late night slamming doors, zero
shenanigans. I like that. Now they would be moving down the hallway and my
trust circle is gone. Am I happy about that? Nyet. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Dinner has the same offerings, but with a gourmet
presentation. There are several stations
with chefs in long white hats preparing individual servings. It is a far cry
from the last place where the best they had to offer for breakfast was toast
with jelly, not even butter. And no coffee. But I digress. I am looking forward
to eating here for two days to say the least.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My room here has an incredible view looking down the river
and all its activities on display. The mountains at the end create a visual
backdrop that makes me want to walk out onto the private balcony and sit for
hours. It would be a great spot for a sunset happy hour. I am looking forward
to watching the sun rise. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Tonight, I walked a few blocks to a mall. I am not much of a
mall person, but it wasn’t that big a mall, and it was nice to get some
exercise. There was a super market, lots of clothing stores, jewelry, food
places, the usual list of retail places. Not being a shopper, I am not sure
what a bargain is. The jewelry looked shiny and nice, but who knows about
quality. The clothing looked like hipster paradise with sizes designed to look
tight. The sales people were all very nice and patient as I tried to ask
questions in Chinese. The best part of a smart phone is the ability to
translate language and convert money. What a blessing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The night ended sitting in the lobby chit chatting with
Robert and Aly along with Ana (the Cheer Squad coach) and Carmen (Ana’s mom).
We split a bottle of red wine and enjoyed stories from China, Egypt, Bolivia
(Carmen is Bolivian) and of course, the USA.<o:p></o:p></div>
Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-31026114947887892272016-05-17T11:31:00.000-07:002016-05-17T11:31:28.396-07:00Act without expectation<br /><div class="MsoNormal">
2016 May 17 <o:p></o:p></div>
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This morning’s shoot around was a lazy affair: some
shooting, walking through the plays and discussing when and why and what to do
when it breaks down. Much more of a mental exercise than physical. Marshall
twisted his foot in the final minute of the last game, and was trying to decide
if he could go tonight. We decided not to decide. He will wait until pregame.
Which means he will feel fine because he is wearing a uniform and feeling the
vibe of the crowd. The risk is having him at say 80% for the rest of the tour,
or resting him tonight and getting him all the way to 100%.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As we are walking off the floor, I am handed a paper. Seems
Robert and the promoter are quite concerned about tonight’s game. There are
three national team players, a guy referred to as the “Michael Jordan of the
Taiwan”, and the coach has won the Chinese Basketball Association title 7
times. The paper contains a personnel scout of the team. Their top 7 players
listed with abilities and physical attributes. The center will be 7’2”, and the
other guard is apparently a deadly three point shooter. My level of concern for
our winning streak has risen. It is difficult for a group of guys to beat a
team. I have been the benefactor of great team play during my career and have
beaten some pretty talented groups of guys. I am hoping our guys play together
tonight.<o:p></o:p></div>
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On the way back to the hotel, we stop at an elementary
school. It has a college type campus with a guard house at the main gate. We
are given a tour of the school: 5 floors, multiple buildings, kids look to be 8
to 13. During the tour, we learn the area is proud of its heritage and it is a
major producer of yellow peaches. How ‘bout that? The tour ends at the gym.
There is game in progress when we arrive, but it doesn’t stay live very long.
Soon, the place is mobbed with kids. At one point, the players who were sitting
were completely swamped and I heard Calvin calling for them to back up. Of
course, none of them did as they don’t speak English and were too excited to
comply. A few of the guys played around with the student players. Tricking them
with moves used on playgrounds all around the USA. They were delighted.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As we were leaving, Aly asked if he could visit a classroom.
I tagged along and off we went. This was Classroom 101: desks in neat rows,
teacher desk at the front, presumably motivational posters on the wall. The
teacher asked Aly to teach them something in English, which Aly himself is
still mastering. He quickly made it a lesson in counting. Using his fingers and
a big smile, he was soon leading a chorus of 1,2,3,4,5… It was great to see him
interact and how they received him. <o:p></o:p></div>
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minutes, took a nap, ironed my tonight outfit and read, read, and reread the
scouting report.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am feeling a certain pressure tonight to play well. I know
the promoter takes great pride in the team he is hosting from the United States
and there is prestige for him if we win. I also know that losing by a big
number is unacceptable. It is alright if we lose and play competitively, but
getting blown out is unacceptable. The promoter, for the first time, comes into
the locker room pregame and asks the guys to play with a noble spirit. To play
hard and fair, and to play the best we can. I am sure some of that is from the
situation at the end of the last game, and some from his anxiety about the team
we are about to play. I decide that Marshall will dress, but he will
not play. That’s officially called a DNP-CD, did not play-coaches decision.
Marshall seems fine with it, but Robert and the promoter do not.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My points of emphasis are team play. We started in game 3,
played well in game 4, and tonight we need to play better than that. I have
told the guys all the information in the scouting report and they look ready.
We win the tip, run down and score. Then we get a stop and go down and score,
and then we steal the ball and score. 6-0 to start the game. We play great
defensively, and well enough offensively to build a 23-9 lead at the end of the
first quarter. We give most of it back in the second quarter and go into
halftime up a couple points.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The Chinese team actually takes the lead early in the third,
but we wear them down. They actually went to a 2-3 zone which we completely
trashed and took the lead back for good. By the fourth quarter, they were out
of gas and we pulled away, building the lead to 19. Some sloppy possessions in
the closing minutes and allowing a three at the buzzer made the final score
103-93. The promoter was happy, most of the players were happy (the unhappy
ones were concerned with distribution of playing time, or style of play by
teammates). Robert was happy. Life is good. Five games, five wins.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Just as a side note: this area will host President Obama,
President Putin, and the Prime Minister Abe (of Japan) soon and security at the
arena was heavy. I hope they all have as good a time as I did.<o:p></o:p></div>
Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-3097355513558217792016-05-17T11:23:00.001-07:002016-05-17T11:23:56.719-07:00I’ve heard that hard work never killed anyone, but I say why take a chance?<br /><div class="MsoNormal">
2016 May 16 <o:p></o:p></div>
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Today was a welcome reprieve from out hectic schedule of the
last few days. The only thing on the agenda is a bus ride to Jianshan City.
Waking up early does not seem to be a problem here and today is no exception.
If I am awake and in my room, I keep the door open. I never know when one of
the players, or Robert will need me for something. I packed last night, so I
was just reading when I decided to go to breakfast well before our scheduled
time. There was only one person in there and it was a Cheer Squad girl. More of
our group trickled in slowly and by the time I was done eating pretty much
everyone who was going to eat breakfast had arrived. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I decided to walk across the street to see the awesome hotel
next door. It is the Sheridan Huzhou. Google it. It’s an amazing oval building
overlooking a marina. Steve Weingarten, LaSalle Univ., joined me and we had a
great time walking around. We just strolled in like we owned the place, took an
elevator to the 25<sup>th</sup> floor, walked out onto a balcony and enjoyed
the amazing views. On the apron of the property was some shopping, but it was
too early for the places to be open. We took some pictures and ventured back to
the hotel. By 9:15, we were all on the bus and on the road.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The ride seemed quick, about 2 hours, and our new hotel
seemed like a palace. It has an elevator inside…oOoOo. After checking in,
getting the laundry out into the hallway, and eating lunch, the guys were free
to spend the day as they pleased. I stayed in and relaxed. I thought I was
going to watch some sports or a movie, but napping turned out to be the winner.
Dinner was the usual offerings and several of us decided we would walk around afterward
to see what was close by. But before
the walk, PEAK Athletics had delivered a box of goodies for us: sneakers, wrist
bands, socks, etc. When free merchandise is involved it always looks like a
feeding frenzy. I carefully organized it into piles easily consumed by the
players. This went pretty smoothly and I think each player got what they
wanted. Unfortunately, PEAK underestimated how many large size (15 and up)
shoes we needed. The guys didn’t seem to mind as they took a smaller size pair
in anticipation of using them as gifts. It was good to see a positive spin on
what may have turned into a problem.<o:p></o:p></div>
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There were 5 of us all together on the walk. Tyler, Kyle,
Jordan, and Aly Ahmed (CSU-Bakersfield). We just walked about a half mile down
one side of the street and back up the other. It’s nice to spend time with the
players casually. No expectations, no pressure. We drew some attention as not
only Americans, but tall Americans. Most people just watched, a few were brave
enough to come over and ask for pictures. We went into a clothing store that
sold Galvin Kline, yup Galvin, and Chanel, yup just one “n”. We couldn’t stop
laughing. Toward the end we slipped into a market and picked up some fruit. I
almost had my first successful haggling purchase for a suitcase. I am going to
need one soon to carry the freebies I have been getting on the trip. But alas,
we could not find a happy medium, so it will have to wait. <o:p></o:p></div>
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As we were checking out, we saw a cooler with beer,
Budweiser beer at that. Aly told me that he would buy the beer he owed me from
an ill-advised bet he made me earlier. He bragged about a patented move he
likes and I said I didn’t think it would work. When we got back to the hotel,
Aly and I spent the next couple hours talking. He was drinking beer and eating
fruit and I was drinking beer and enjoying the cigar I brought from home. It
was a very relaxing end to the day<o:p></o:p></div>
Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-33266300052132895792016-05-15T12:42:00.000-07:002016-05-15T12:42:07.865-07:00Into every life, a little rain must fall.<br /><div class="MsoNormal">
2016 May 15 <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s been a drizzling dreary day. The good part was sleeping
in was the first agenda item. Breakfast wasn’t until 8:30 am. The bad part was
the bus ride in the rain, couldn’t see much out the window. I have been passing
time reading several things: magazines, a couple books, and things I have
stored on my phone. All those things I say I will get to if I ever have some
free time. One book is a Tami Hoag mystery about a potential serial killer in
Minnesota. I read one of her books the last time I came to China and thought it
fitting to do so again. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The afternoon was unscheduled, but with the rain I didn’t
feel motivated to go out. Time seemed to pass slowly. Three players and the
Cheer Squad went to a sponsor photo shoot at 5:45. Robert traveled with them. I
had the rest of the players and the promoter with me 30 minutes later. We all
arrive at the arena about the same time and I think we are in good shape.
Think, thank, thunk. Turns out, one of the three players brought his white
uniform, instead of his green. Yes, they gave us green uniforms. Not the color
I would have picked for the USA, but they are decent quality: imagine Boston
Celtic green. We sent the bus driver
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This is the third game in three nights in three different
towns. My pregame speech is about just doing your job. We need to just take
care of the basics. The one complication is water leaks. Because of the daylong
rain, the roof has been leaking and there are puddles on the court. The players
don’t want to play and I do not blame them. There is considerable conversation
and anxiety about it. The thought of playing cross-court is considered. The
arena would put baskets opposing themselves at center court to take advantage
of the driest part of the wood. Really? Yes, indeed really. I was thinking how
mad I would be if I bought center court lower level tickets and they turned out
to be behind the basket seating. The good news is the rain stopped, the leaks
slowed to almost none, and the game was played on time and in the right
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As for the game, we were in control, but took a while to
command. A three point lead became five. Which in time stretched to seven. The
action was tense. The play was physical. As our lead increased, the Chinese
team became more frustrated. American players tend to wear their hearts on the
sleeves and tonight was no exception. I am not quite sure why our players talk
to the refs, other than out of habit. All the ref sees is this giant of man
yelling at him, waving his arms, and acting wild. The refs warned the benches
that the calls would be tighter to avoid further incidents. Remember, this is a
culture based on respect. By halftime we were up a dozen.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was pleased with the way our second group was playing and
decided to start the second half with them. There was no complaining. A far cry
from where we have been and a true sign of growth. That unit plays well and
withstands the urgent effort of the Chinese team to get within striking
distance before the game was out of hand. When it was time to sub, we were up
13. The next group takes the court and things change. Sometimes it harder to
play with a lead than it is to chase. With a lead, you can take a chance with a
pass, take a shot that may be ill advised. The thinking being it’s just one
possession. We have a lead, why not. The problem isn’t just one. The problem is
a snowball rolling down the hill. If everyone is out for themselves, the why
shouldn’t I be? One selfish decision becomes two, three, four. And at the end
of the 3<sup>rd</sup> quarter, we are only up 6. I sub in the second half
starters and it is back to basics. They build the lead back to a dozen by the
time we usually make the subs. I turn to the guys on the bench and tell them I
am enjoying watching this group play and I am leaving them in. again, no one
complained as they clearly saw the same thing I was seeing. With about 4 minutes
left in the quarter, I sub. We are up 19 points and the game is in hand. But
the game is not over. The next few minutes are physical and intense.
Culminating with one of their players throwing an elbow into the jaw of
Marshall Henderson, Ole Miss. Marshall attacks the guy and the benches erupt.
In the USA, there would be ejections and fines. There were neither here
officially, but I walked Marshall to the locker room and told him to stay
there. We finished out the final minute incident free, got through the
handshake line, and got out of there. Four games, four wins.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The promoter takes us to Pizza Hut after the game, when we
arrive everything was waiting, 10 single sized pizzas, 10 drinks, 10 chicken
wing apps. We sat and ate and left. I was thankful not to have a repeat of the
last restaurant fiasco. The rain has returned and the ride back to the hotel is
quiet. We do not play tomorrow, but will be on the road again in the morning. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-29588972047942985982016-05-15T12:34:00.000-07:002016-05-15T12:43:10.399-07:00Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.<br />
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Today starts off with a flurry of well wishes for my
birthday: text messages, Instagram mentions, one random telemarketer. All well
intentioned, except the telemarketer, but it was 3:30 am. The fear of
oversleeping ruins any chance at deep REM sleep the last two hours. I am up
packing and getting ready to take on the day by 5:45. First on the schedule is
the bus to Changxing City. I am pretty sure catching some Z’s on the bus is in
order. Four hours later, we arrive. <o:p></o:p></div>
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One of the major worries on a trip like this laundry. We
have a full load of sweaty uniforms, socks, and unmentionables (which I just
mentioned). Add to that, the regular streets clothes and one can see how much
laundry is created daily. When we first check in, all the guys go to their
rooms and get the laundry out into the hallway ASAP. Because we are only here
one night, and didn’t get in until noon, the staff has to turn it over quickly.
When we get it back several hours later, it is still wet. Not five more minutes
in the dryer wet. I mean, we may need to call the repairman wet. It’s a lesson
on materials. The lighter compression type stuff is dry. The medium weight
jerseys and shorts are damp. Anything with cotton needs to be hung until the
morning. My bathroom looks like a closet as I race against the clock and hope
it all dries before I have to stuff it into the suitcase tomorrow.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The free afternoon I had is redirected to separating and
folding the aforementioned laundry. If you want the good view you have to pay
the price. I am able to get a quick nap, then shower and shave and down to
pregame meal. The routine of the days is starting to set in and some guys are
buying food while they are out and skipping pregame meals in order to nap
longer. Finally, it’s time to board the bus and to the arena.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The dark hardwood of the floor shows how long the building
has been in service. It’s a bandbox that seats maybe 2,000. I anticipate that
it will be really hot and the smoke will be really bad. I was half right. It
was hot. The floor is narrow so corner threes are out, but running the defense
to a trap there is in. There has been much ado in regard to playing time. I
split the roster differently for the start of the game. I know the deficiencies
of both clusters and figure we will struggle in the first half, be down a few
maybe 10. I do this because the best way to find out who your leaders are is to
start a mutiny. The players start off sluggish, the Chinese team is shooting
the ball well and running a basic three man weave and our guys are staying
screened. We give up way too many 3’s and by the half we are down 25. Full
Blown Mutiny. Even Robert and the promoter are having a heart attack. I dawdle
to the locker room to allow for the players to scream and holler at each other
until they decide it is all my fault. The one thing they vehemently agree on is
I have no clue and if they are going to win this game they are going to have to
band together and get it done. By making myself the center of attention, I have
directed their focus to a more team oriented approach. It works perfectly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The second half we outscore them 58-33. We take the lead
with 5 seconds to go and make a final defensive stand to win. I went with a
more standard lineup. Shortened the bench to about 8 guys and left the Chinese
team, 2,000 fans, Robert and the promoter wondering how the hell we just did
that. That’s why I get the good view. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-70014693813682373592016-05-13T11:46:00.000-07:002016-05-13T11:46:05.091-07:00You are never too old to set another goal or to dream another dream<br /><div class="MsoNormal">
2016 May 13 <o:p></o:p></div>
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This hotel is luxurious. At breakfast, some of the players
ask if we can stay put and fly in the other teams for the rest of trip. It’s
tempting to stay put, to keep everything the same, but time marches forward and
what’s ahead may be even better than this.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The first item on the agenda today is a trip to a sponsor.
JELPC makes steel cylinders for manufacturing and construction applications.
Think shiny metal tubes that manipulate hydraulic arms on construction
equipment. When we arrive, there is a welcoming committee of executives. On the
balconies of the all five floors employees are watching us walk in. There is a
flag raising ceremony at the entrance to the plant and I was asked to flip the
switch to start the automated process. There were five flags at equal height, a
minute later all the flags were higher, and the Chinese and United States flags
were the highest. We were escorted inside by the JELPC president. There were at
least a dozen photographers catching all the action. Once inside, the Cheer
Squad coordinator and I were asked to autograph a large commemorative plaque
(think tennis tournament championship check) documenting and celebrating our
visit. The president then signed it and there were more pictures of the three
of us holding it up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The plant tour was great. We walked upstairs to the
manufacturing floor, then to the employee gymnasium. The guys were in there
less than a minute and they were playing ping pong and badminton like it was
frat party. We were soon joined by the company’s employee basketball team.
Which truly looked like a mix of accountants and machinists in uniforms. They
had a red team and a white team complete with corporate logos and headbands. A
friendly scrimmage had been prearranged, so I had 7 volunteer players do battle
with Team JELPC. The first possession Tyler Strange, Gardner Webb Univ., steals
the ball and floats it out to Kyle who dunks it with authority. I am pretty
sure he didn’t just dislodge the rim, I am pretty sure he broke it, but we
carried on. A two minute game with the white team, followed by a two minute
game with the red team. Like t-ball baseball, there was no score kept, but
anytime an employee did something decent the USA guys really harassed each
other for allowing it to happen. A good time was had by all, and there were
lots of pictures taken on the court. We were escorted to the rooftop deck for
refreshing hot tea and chit chat with the highest level executives. This deck
was a garden oasis with a hardwood gazebo, meditation gardens with water
features and a great view of a mountain off in the distance. It was certainly
an inviting place to work.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After the plant, sightseeing was next up. I had no idea
where we were going. We drove a short distance and stopped for a red light.
Diagonally across the street was a KFC. BJ Young rushed to the front of the bus
and begged the promoter to stop and get food. The bus moved about 2 feet,
pulled over and the door opened. I thought to myself, this can’t be happening. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Turns out, it was our stop. We did not go to KFC, we just
unloaded and started walking down a River-walk with shops and lots of people and
scooters, the ever present scooters. At one point, Tyler rides past me on the
back of scooter with a Chinese guy driving. We drew an incredible amount of
interest as the giants walked down the avenue. Lots more pics. When we reach
the end, we are hustled into a building that looks pretty old. I had recently
read an article (Dec. 2015, Travel + Leisure Magazine) regarding Chinese
architecture and how during the 1970’s the new buildings were designed to look
like old buildings. It was called “fanngu.” So I thought, maybe this was that.
It was not.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Walking in the palace of Chiang Kai-Shek was amazing. A
faraway place with a strange sounding name. The kind of thing the 7th grader in
me would be looking out the window and thinking about. Now, I was standing in
the center of the home of one China’s most famous political and military leaders.
It was the same tourist friendly layout as most exhibits: personal belongings,
plaques explaining, life expanding.<o:p></o:p></div>
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There is nothing on our schedule after lunch. Everyone goes
their own way until pregame meal.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tonight’s opponent is a better team than out first game. We
mix and mingle with them at the pregame meal and they are tall. At least 3 guys
are over 6’10”. They are the tall skinny type, but still makes me think
rebounding is going to be harder than game one.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We get to the arena, it is buzzing. A good sized crowd
tonight and the smoke is not as bad. I don’t think less people are smoking, I think
this arena has better ventilation. The
pregame features a terrific, double dancing dragons performance. The Cheer
Squad does their thing and the players are introduced. It’s time for the
anthems. It feels great to be standing there, looking up at the flag, hearing
the music, and knowing that we have a chance to represent the USA. By the end I
am singing aloud… “and the home of the brave.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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The tip looks ceremonial. A fellow wearing slacks and
loafers brings the ball to center court. Just like many picture ops before, but
Robert stands up and yells at me to let the guys know this ball is in play.
Jordan Railey, Washington St. Univ., looks disinterested until he hears me tell
him the ball is live. The tosser of the ball actually does it pretty well, and
scampers quickly off the court as the game begins. Jordan wins the tap, we run
down and score and we are off.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We open up 6-0, then they get back, then we get back up, and
keep ourselves ahead until halftime. Our biggest problem in the first half is
hurt feelings. I changed the starting lineup, changed the substitution pattern
and there grumbling behind me for 20 minutes. When the break arrives we are up 8,
and down emotionally. Yes, really.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The halftime dunk contest takes forever, and two of our
second half starters are gassed before we even get under way. Sloppy play,
quick fouls, early substitutions to combat the tiredness, and trying to find a
balance of playing time which is both effective and player friendly. I admit,
one of my shortcomings in life is being very competitive. If I am playing, I am
playing to win. I want to find the right
combination that will rip the competitive spirit out of an opponent’s heart.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Our defense was pretty good, shooting went from acceptable
to making lots of layups as the Chinese team ran out of gas. We are up 18 with
5 minutes to play. We coast to the finish line and win 100-81. It wasn’t the
prettiest win, but I never met a win I didn’t like. Two games, two wins. We play tomorrow night and have to take a 4
hour bus ride to get there. Let’s see how the team responds to back to back,
with travel, and chip about playing time. <o:p></o:p></div>
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After the game there is always a crowd of people on the
court trying to get close to the players and the Cheer Squad. The sponsors,
JELPC, stay long time. They were sitting courtside and now have plenty of
reasons to be happy. When the crowd thins, I ask Robert to come with me to
thank the president again for hosting us. The president tells me he is quite
happy. The game has been all over the television news, everyone from his city
was there, the company got great exposure and in his words, “the team played
perfectly.” Cha and Ching. Those are the kinds of comments I like to hear.
Happy sponsors tend to invite people back.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-10376246181797281072016-05-12T07:29:00.002-07:002016-05-12T08:38:33.097-07:00Traveling leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller<br />
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2016 May 12 <o:p></o:p></div>
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Knowing I have to wake up early usually means not sleeping
very well in anticipation of oversleeping. This was not the case. I conked out
quickly, and awoke what I thought was 47 seconds before the alarm. Upon further
review, I misread my timer and tried to fall back to sleep for 47 minutes but
that wasn’t happening. Not to worry, today is a grueling travel day. A two hour bus ride to the airport in
Changsha, followed by an hour and half flight to Hangzhou, and the final leg is
a three hour bus to Fenghua City.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It seems to me that my friends in education could be doing
an awesome “Where’s Coach” project highlighting the towns and points of
interest, miles covered to date, potential future locations and of course a
little statistics with wins/looses, margin of victory/defeat, and an over under
on how many of the dozen ties I brought will actually make it home.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Add International Smuggler to my growing list
accomplishments. I had completely forgotten I had packed a cigar to enjoy after
my first victory, and a lighter, and an incredibly nice new monogrammed cigar
cutter (a present from Rich and Maureen). It made it to LA, Shang Hai, and the
first time through Changsa. But, it got popped by the agent today. Fact of the
matter is, I didn’t even get to use it. The hour or so I was going to enjoy and
relax with the cigar, was erased by the impromptu dinner party last night. Not
to worry, every hotel room has matches and ashtrays in it, even though they sit
on the same nightstand as the “NO SMOKING” sign. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The hotel in Fenghua City is great. The Huaxin International
Hotel (<a href="http://www.hxgj.com/">www.hxgj.com</a>). Top notch. We have a
little free time to stretch our legs and enjoy the sunshine and then dinner and
a shoot around at the arena. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The guys grumble about having a shoot around, and I cannot
blame them. However, our practice time for tomorrow was cancelled and a
promotion visit was inserted in that time slot. So tonight is our chance to
acclimate to the arena. This one is bigger than the last. There is a monstrous
TV at one end. It will be difficult to shoot there and I have asked Robert to pull
some strings and switch our bench from the left side to the right, which is an
indicator of which direction the team play offense. I would like to shoot at
the blank background in the second half. We will see how it goes. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We start with the warm-up routine and it’s starting to look
smooth now. Then walking through what Defensive problems arose and how to
correct them. Then walking through Offensive problems and how to correct them.
Then I split us into two groups. I didn’t tell the players the common element
of the split and told them they had to figure out why they were clustered this
way. The teams competed in a jump shooting contest. First to five, just like 5<sup>th</sup>
grade phys. ed. And it was fun and games until the first group won the first
three rounds. The second set was closer, but again the first group prevailed
three times. The second group decided they could win the imaginary title if
they were the first to hit a half-court shot. The first group agreed and it was
bombs away. It took 15 shots but the second group got it done. Some half court
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Last night, there were introductions, but not anthems (not
uncommon in China), but tomorrow there will be. I know this because they played
it over the PA system for about 10 seconds to confirm they had the right song.
Last time, I was in China as the head coach for Australia and I could see on
the player’s faces that their anthem stirred emotion. I already have
butterflies about hearing mine.<o:p></o:p></div>
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*height: the common factor for the clusters tonight was the
program listed height for each player. Players with even inches (ex.6’10”) were
one team, and the odd inches (6’9”) were on the other. Nope: no one got it.<o:p></o:p></div>
Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-66785939408994086682016-05-12T07:13:00.000-07:002016-05-12T08:34:18.330-07:00Perception is reality<div class="MsoNormal">
2016 May 11<o:p></o:p></div>
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Waking up in a bed felt wonderful. It was the first night I had slept flat since
Los Angeles. I purposefully left the window open to awake to the sound of this
city. We are a block from the main street, so the sounds were like morning
birds singing a new day into existence. Today’s schedule is pretty mundane.
Breakfast. Practice. Promotional appearance. Lunch. Free time. Light pregame.
Game. Post-game meal.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Moving these guys is difficult. It’s not always the same
slow pokes. It is disappointing to watch as I have told them the opportunity
exists here to make money. The tour promoters are looking at them on and off
the court. China is willing to pay top dollar for talent, but they do not want to buy problems. I don’t blame them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The mundane wears off when we drive toward City Hall for our
promo appearance. There are gigantic blow-up arches across the street leading
to the plaza. The plaza is filled with people and the music is pumping.
Security parts the crowd so our bus can pull up to the red carpet leading to a
podium. There is a narrow path being opened by two officers in front of me as I
lead the team from the bus to the podium. It was thrilling. It looked just like
every championship ceremony you have ever seen on ESPN, except we have not
played one minute of basketball. The Americans were here, and Hunan City is
excited about it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The players really had no idea something like this was going
to happen. BJ Young, a point guard from Univ. of Arkansas, had been here before
and was trying to tell the others, but they weren’t buying what he was selling.
When the fireworks display began, they all knew this was something they would
never forget. The Cheer Squad arrived shortly after us, and they too were
greeted warmly. They performed on the podium, and then the entire US Basketball
traveling party went into City Hall. I had been in here the last time and it
was still impressive. Several group photos, pictures with dignitaries, and
thousands of selfies with fans, and yes some people even asked for one with the
coach. Now we have been treated like big time players, tonight we have to live
up to the hype.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s fun to watch an arena fill. The early birds trying to
get some up close time before the ushers shoo them away. The slowly building
rumble of feet and a thousand conversations. The oohs and aahs as the players
get some shots up during the free shooting. And in this case, the swell of
cigarette smoke. In China you can smoke just about anywhere and the arena is no
exception. It’s interesting to me how it
seems so out of place, but this was the case in the USA not that long ago. Red
Auerbach would light up a cigar on the bench when he knew his beloved Celtics
had the game in hand. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Underestimating the Chinese players is easy. They don’t look
like players. Even the tall guys. When the game gets underway however, they are
skilled fundamentally and very good at shooting from the perimeter. We take an
early lead, and have to fight them off to hold onto a 1-point lead at the half.
The second half was back and forth and the crowd was really pulling for the
home team. They would explode every time the US dunked or made a fancy pass,
but the longer the Chinese team hung around the more they wanted the upset.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We are up 9 with two minutes remaing. The tour promoter and the
translator are sitting on the bench. The promoter calls time out for me and
tells Robert, the translator, to make sure I tell the team not to lose focus
and protect the ball. While that is true, it was strange to have someone other
than me call a time out. We do what we need to do and win the game 97-88. One
game. One win.<o:p></o:p></div>
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To celebrate, the promoter decided to take everyone out for
“a good American meal.” That was a great idea. Except, we didn’t get back to
the hotel until 10:30, the guys were not down in the lobby until 11:15 (which at
2 players per room and only one shower was pretty good), and the restaurant was
a 5 minute walk through downtown (which was surprisingly quiet at that hour).
Robert had gone ahead and made the reservation and placed an order, when I
arrived with the players he sent everyone upstairs and asked me to stay with
him. We went to a mini-market and got lots of pastries and juice for our early
morning ride. He knew we wouldn’t be getting breakfast. A quick clear out of
everything that looked breakfasty, and we joined the team. By the time we got
there it was already a little crazy, none of the preorder food was ready, some
of the guys didn’t know there was a preorder and had ordered from the menu. The
Cheer Squad had elected to go right from the arena so they were already there.
The slow delivery of food lead to the inevitable: cocktails. The Cheer Squad
had a dignified glass of wine with their meal, but when the guys arrived it
quickly turned to shots of Fireball with laughing and celebrating and basically
young adults doing what young adults do. Apparently, the promoter (by the way,
I have not been told his name, he prefers to be called Bossman which to him seems
distinguished, but I am not feeling it) doesn’t hang out with the young adults
and mid-party shuts the whole thing down claiming everyone was drunk and
disorderly. The food trickles out of the kitchen and by the time I leave to
walk back to the hotel it is 1:00 am. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In and of itself, that late night isn’t too bad, but the
morning bus is at 5:30 am. Ouch. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Side notes: I have
never had a side note section, but there were a couple of tidbits I thought
deserved mention.<o:p></o:p></div>
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*during the game, Kyle Casey (Harvard Univ) was so overwhelmed by the smoking in the
arena that walked off the floor to our bench while play was live, bent over and
threw up into a cardboard box formerly full of bottled water. As he came to the
bench, I inserted Calvin Godfry (Memphis Univ)...the guys joke how they look
alike, and the refs didn’t notice the hockey like exchange at our bench. As
soon as we got possession, I called time out, and we officially inserted Calvin
into the line-up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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*one of the players forgot his uniform top at the hotel and
we had to send the bus driver to fetch it from the hotel.<o:p></o:p></div>
Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-89284158682013727812016-05-11T03:38:00.000-07:002016-05-11T03:38:43.141-07:00There is no time like the present.<div class="MsoNormal">
2016 May 10<o:p></o:p></div>
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My last entry cover the events leading to the flight to
Shang Hai. I did not spend much time with May 9, 2016. In fact, I basically
lost it. By the time we landed, it was May 10.
I am sure May 9<sup>th</sup> was a fine day, it just didn’t get much
love from the travel schedule.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When you land in China, everyone has to complete departure
card. It asks simple questions like where are you staying, why are you here,
when will you be leaving? Nothing too
tricky if I was on vacation, but I don’t know all the places we will see and
don’t really know if I am here for business, visit, or other. I had told the
team I was on a trip like this a few years ago, so I was supposed to be the
voice of experience. It is very hard to be tour advisor when you are not tour
coordinator. Apparently, I guessed correctly as all the guys moved through
customs fine. Only Aly Ahmed, an Egyptian National was slow to move through. He
was pulled aside and asked a couple extra questions, but when they opened his
well-traveled passport and saw the variety of European countries and the US
visa, he was welcomed in.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We were not walking as a group, shocker, and I was trailing
back making sure everyone was ok. By the time I made it to the gate for our
connecting site, I was only American at gate 251. I don’t blame the guys
wanting to hit the head or get some food, I supposed they would be back
shortly. That would be an incorrect guess. With about an hour before the
flight, my phone starts to blow up. Coach Young back in the USA was concerned
about our progress and wanted to make sure we had met with our contact, Robert.
Robert said he was looking for me at the gate (I can assure you I was quite
easy to pick out at the gate). I went to the ticket desk just to confirm I was
in the right and had been in the right spot for close to two hours by myself. I
text back and forth with Coach Young, Robert turned the corner, and Joan texts
me to see if I can chit chat at that moment. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I am relieved that Robert is now in charge of herding the
cats, and I feel like the Calvary has arrived. The guys trickle in and our
group is starting to garner attention. The gawking kicked into high gear when
the NY Knicks Cheer Squad arrived. Seemed to me they were marching in step and
giggling at the same time. They completely embodied the difference between
men’s and women’s activities. They picked a spot, sat in a circle and broke out
a deck of Uno cards. That just about sums it up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After and extra hours delay, it was time to board. There had
been many people asking for pictures with the guys. They were very patient and
kind with everyone. I was glad to be moving. Except, there were now only 8
guys. All the other passengers file through the gate and still no players.
Robert looks at me and says, “Come with me.” He takes me to the ticket, tells
the airline people that I was going to make an announcement for the tardy
players…and they say yes. I am about to be the voice of Shang Hai Pudong
Airport. Without hesitation, I take the mic and say, “Attention: will player 1
and player 2 please report to gate 251 immediately. Will player 1 and player 2
report to gate 251 immediately.” So, there’s that new little wrinkle in the
resume: International Pager. When I was done Robert said, “You speak perfect
English.” I thought duh, yeah, I am kinda from there. He further said he was
impressed with my pace and tone and voice quality. My guess is those are the
graded elements of Chinese English classes. Within seconds the two appeared and
away we went, with player 1 commenting that the voice was so clear he got
scared when he heard his name, and then looked shocked when I told him it was
me on the mic. Maybe I should be calling PHL for some side work.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The plane ride to Changsha City was uneventful, other than a
chatty Chinese businessman who was excited to see American basketball players.
His English was quite good also. He was patient while I tried to slip in the
few items of Chinese I know and he said he could tell I had practiced and the
items I knew sounded quite good. <o:p></o:p></div>
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A couple hours later, we were on the ground, claimed the
luggage and out to bus for quick 3 hour ride to Hunan City. I am pretty sure I
stayed in this hotel the last time also. There is a bustling downtown a block
from the front door. We had some dinner and went to the arena for a shoot
around. When were pulled into the parking lot there were at least 50 people
waiting there. Seriously? To watch us walk from the bus and through a gate?
Crazy. We took the floor slowly: shooting, stretching, and getting oriented to
the setting. When everyone was set, we started. The middle school passing
drill, combined with a half court shooting drill we practiced Sunday, become
the beginning of a well-choreographed pregame warm up. They players had no idea they had be learning
the system from the moment they met me. Add a stretching segment and a lay-up
line and we will be ready to play. A quick review of offenses, inbounds, press
break, followed by lots of free throws and we were done. An hour. Like clockwork.
All the while, the Cheer Squad is doing their thing. It builds to blaring arena
speakers of danceable music while I handed out uniforms on the sideline. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Tomorrow will be our debut. It should be quite a show. I
wish all of you could tune in. Maybe someday, I will be involved with a team
you can watch.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tonight the players have free time. A decidedly dangerous
thing. As we pulled into the hotel parking lot I told them, “Free time is
valuable, misspent free time can be costly. Make professional decisions about
how you spend your time.”<o:p></o:p></div>
Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-2800180815011788072016-05-11T03:33:00.001-07:002016-05-11T03:44:17.825-07:00Without tension, there would be no story.<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">2016 May 08<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Waking up was easy. Today was going to be a fun day. Waking
up at 5:30 was a problem. I know it will
be a late night and I need to sleep as long as and well as I can. Not going to happen. The first thing on the schedule is to meet
with Tracy, the LA based travel agent in charge of booking our group. I still lots of questions, but I knew she
would have more answers. That is not
until 10. So, I wait for the hotel breakfast to open. The anticipation of
working the fresh waffle maker is good enough to hold me until 6:30 when I head
down. The lobby is empty and so is the
buffet. More for me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Meeting Tracy went quickly, a small middle aged Asian lady
with a bodyguard looking hubby. She has a FedEx envelope and two large
boxes. She tells me to deliver the boxes
to Robert, our tour contact in China, and the team’s passports are in the
envelope. She left. Total meeting time 2
minutes. I assumed the brevity was due to detailed correspondence in the
envelope. I lug the boxes to the room
with the envelope tucked under my arm. I
open the envelope. Just passports. Well, passports held together by rubber
bands to be exact. A group of 5 and a group of 6. No itinerary. No boarding
passes. Not the name of the airline even. That feeling of shock you just had
reading the previous sentence; I had that also. A series of text messages
followed and the details emerged, including a picture of a well outlined plan
on company stationery the she, and everyone else, must have thought I already
had. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> With little situation done, I decided to nap a little. Not
sure how well I will sleep on the plane, I could be sitting between two very
tall guys. Just as I start to doze, the cleaning lady knocks. I tell her we
have late check out and she seems satisfied. At 12, there is another knock, it
is clearly the maintenance manager and she wants to know about this late
checkout. I repeat about the team, and leaving later, and she asks me to check
with the front desk. I go down to the desk and the guy informs me that 1
o’clock is ate enough and all rooms should be cleared out by then. Now I have
yet to meet the team and they have been told the first thing on today’s list is
meet in the lobby at 4. They could be anywhere. I text them the new reality and
hope for the best. My things have been packed for hours so I make the two trips
from 317 to the lobby lugging my suitcase and shoulder bag, then the two large
boxes. I see a couple other bags in the area the manager agreed to store things
for us, so I take that as a positive. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> So, being evicted and on the streets of El Segundo, I decide
to take a walk to the park and sit on a bench. Other than napping on a bench at
the mall, which I have done, nothing say old man better than a walk to the park
bench. This was about 20 minutes away
and had a great view of planes taking off at LAX. It was sunny, but not warm.
It was nice to get a little exercise. I lasted there for a little more than an
hour. Basically, if you have seen one plane lift off, you have seen them all.
Back to the hotel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> By the looks of it, the “basketball boot out” had worked
well. There was a group of guys hanging out in the lobby and the patio
area. When I walked in, all eyes were on
me. I had to spill the beans about being
coach. The wait was worth it as one of
my shuttle buddies got a broad smile and exclaimed, “Man, I have seen you about
5 times already and had no idea who you were.” I told him that I too had
noticed him, and that our interactions had always been polite. To which he said
proudly, “man, that’s why I am always careful about what I say, you never know
who you are talking to.” To which I just smiled and completely agreed. The
group watch the Cavs-hawks playoff game and then went to the practice facility.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> The receptionist was a smiley girl who informed me that
practice was slated for 6-8, not 5-7. And we couldn’t start until the fee had
been paid. See, there it is again. That feeling like some days are better than
others. I called the coach who is
organizing the trip, he spoke with them and we were all set. Not sure what
magic he pulled out of his hat, but we were back on schedule. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">How was practice? It was like a meeting your wife again for
the first time. In my mind, I had played it over and over again. But to be
standing at mid-court with 10 of the best players I have ever been charged with
was exhilarating. Just for nostalgia’s sake, I started off with my middle
school, introductions passing drill. With one ball, it’s laughable. With 4,
it’s dangerous. With that, we were off. Passing, running, scheming, tweaking,
learning, enjoying. Free of all that the world loads us down with. Lost for 2
hours of pure basketball.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Basketball players are notoriously slow to transition from
sweaty to clean. All of our luggage was with us in the gym. I told them to take
what they needed to locker room and I would stand guard until they had all come
back to retrieve their luggage. They knew we were leaving for the airport right
after and that our flight was at 1 am. The last bag was dragged out of the gym
at 8:30. One player had his dad with him and let me know they were getting some
food and he would meet us at the airport. I was nervous, but he is a grown man.
When I got to the lobby of the facility, 8 of 9 players were lounging and ready
to go. I called the missing player and he told me that he too had left and meet
us at the airport. Again with the feeling, this is one persistent feeling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> The airport traffic is insane. The airport terminal is
equally insane. The line is the amusement park serpentine type. While we are in
line, one of the guys asks if I still have his passport. I do, no big deal, I
had it to him. It is then that I realize, I still have one of the self-driven
player’s passports. That’s a big deal. I cannot pass through security with it,
there is no way the counter guy will hold it, and there is no telling how long
the player will be. Pass the Xantac please. There is a long line leading to
security. I text and text again and call directly to the player. No response. I
get into the line hoping he will arrive before I get to the point of no return.
Nope. I talk the agent into allowing me to stand aside while gaining instant
access when my friend arrives to get his passport. Standing there is probably
against the rules but not the biggest I would break in the next couple hours. I
wait until finally there is a call. The player say he expect to arrive about
11. It is currently about 10:15. I let him know the dire consequences of not
being here. The other players have entered the gigantic security line and I
alone waiting for him. I will wait until 11 and then I too will enter the line
of no return.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> It was like waiting for dark to descend while waiting for
the fireworks to start. Is it dark enough yet? No. now? Nope. What about…I call
the player to say the clock has struck proverbial 12. I got in the line. He is
having trouble find Tom Brady Terminal and I can hear him running and asking
people directions as we talk. I am at mid-point of the pre-line and he arrives,
like lost comrades in in a spy movies he is describing the building and I am
giving him directions to me. He take his passport and heads back to get
ticketed. It is really late now and I am not sure I will make the plane either.
When I see the monster my heart is again panicked. I see the cluster of above average
height people and they are just about at the scanners, quick calculation tells
me this line is at least 1 hour and 45 minutes. I must have that traveler in
the headlights look about me because a TSA agent starts to talk about airline
employees who walk the line for straggling passengers to help them make their
flight. A small relief but now I am watching these poor employees with handheld
flight cards like a hawk. I get to the end of the first turn and the guys are
waving at me to join them all the y up at the front. How’s your tummy right
now? I wave back and they are emphatic, the absolute signal that I should duck
under the tape barrier and join them.
Jesus take the wheel. I do it. I duck under the tape, and walk past at
least 1 million people to the front. I am stopped as I duck under the second
tape feet away from the scanners. “Hey, what are you doing!?” this voice had
clear authority in its tone. I stop of course. “You can’t do that, get back in
the line or you will create a situation and make it worse.” The people at the
front of the line give me get-in-the-damn-line look and I do. 7 people from the
front. Not another word said until I get to the TSA passport/boarding pass
checker. Her only question was, “Why did you stop? I told your players you could come right up.”
Ahh, possible international incident, the wrath of million unsettled travelers,
and deep intention to do as told. She smiled and checked off whatever it is
they check off and wished me well on the trip. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Once I my seat it was time to take a head count. I was
shocked to see Mr. Late passport already in the plane, apparently he cut the
line as soon as he had a boarding pass. 1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9. And then there was
Mr. Awol. He was poor communicating so
far and now that we were at the moment of truth it was no different. I didn’t
know if was going to make it. As they made the announcement that the doors were
closing, my heart sunk. The player next
to me open his texts and reads it out loud. I AM NOT GOING TO MAKE IT. My
feeling just punched me in the nose, how about yours? And then, there he is.
Walking down the aisle. He did make. The player next to me lets me know the
text was about 10 minutes old. So while I feel like I was a nervous wreck, I am
sure those two players felt even worse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> A quick 14 hour flight to the other side of the world
awaits. Talk with you from Asia soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">(The names have been purposefully omitted to protect the
guilty. I will only use names when something good happens)</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Coach Beebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00485988350894896802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652109271483889399.post-25467677129425776992016-05-08T08:39:00.000-07:002016-05-11T03:41:45.273-07:00A journey of a thousand miles, begins with the first step.<br />
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2016 May 07<br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">It’s been raining for a week, but it’s been a fast
week. Making sure everything was ready
to go took until today. Suits. Shirts. Basketball notepads. Electronics.
Reading material for countless hours of traveling. It’s not easy to uproot and head across the
world for a few weeks. Thanks to a terrific and loving family and the support
of friends, I am off on a great adventure. Over the next couple weeks, I am
going to try to convey what I see and do. I hope you find it interesting.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Currently, I am sitting at the Philadelphia Airport. I thought it would be a good idea to get here
early, get through security and have no worries. Do you want to know why
security lines are long and slow? Because Spirit Airlines closes at 11:30 am and
doesn’t reopen until 2:30. So, I will spend my buffer hours waiting at the
baggage check in. Then lots of us will head to security at the same time. Jam
up the line, worry about being late and grumbling about it. Why Spirit why?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">So, just for kicks I decide to call Spirit and see if there is
something they can do. Navigating the electronic phone tree was easy. Which button
do I press for an abandoned work station?
It took a few minutes, of which I apparently had plenty, but soon Hannah
was on the line to help me. She really couldn’t
comprehend that not a single Spirit employee was there. In fact, she repeatedly told me the situation
I was describing was “impossible”.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The next passenger to arrive walked up behind me and asked
if I knew when they would be open. I told him what I knew and he dropped is bag
in the not yet formed line, and walked away to sit on a nearby bench. He
clearly didn’t fully conceptualize the term “unattended bag”. The next two passenger
arrived together and obediently stood behind the lonely bag. Each passenger voiced concern over the lack of
employees and tight timelines. Each
tried to call the posted helpline, but was unsuccessful.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Around 2:15, a guy wearing a blue, standard issue work shirt
arrived. He open his work station and away we went. Security was a breeze, and
the departure beer was cold. A fitting reward for waiting out the line crisis.
On to Los Angeles.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri";">When I had collected my bag, I ventured out to the taxi
stand. I told the guy who hails the cabs where I was going he said, “Why don’t you
just take the shuttle and save $20?” Oh, the shuttle. Cool. I’ll do that. Thanks. The shuttle stops
a several places before leaving the airport and we pick up a couple tall guys
along the way. I am sitting in the
second row as the guys start to chat. Polite introductions, leads to small
talk about international work experiences. They kibitz about parties, and
teams, and foreign play styles, and how much foreign players hate when you
curse at them in their own language. Neither takes notice of the people in the
van as they relax their speech to include quite colorful language and details of
life abroad for a young, talented, and American player. I cannot wait to see
their faces tomorrow at practice when I am introduced as the coach. And yes, I specifically
did not interject myself into the conversation for that exact reason.</span><br />
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