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January 26, 2012
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Bay Area Ball

Along with writing for KNBR, I’m also going to start writing for the new Bay Area Sports website, Bay Area Ball (from the guys that brought you Warriors World). Follow us on Twitter @BayAreaBall and like the Facebook page to get updates!

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January 24, 2012

Anonymous asked: How is Love you Like a Love Song by Selena Gomez not one of your favorites?

Who Says »>

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January 24, 2012

Anonymous asked: What's your favorite song?

“Forever” by Jesse & The Rippers, “Reflection” by Mulan, or “Gangsta, Gangsta” by C-Webb.

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January 24, 2012

Anonymous asked: You're crazy with this tanking nonsense. The Warriors are much better than what their record shows.Your method is next to impossible to execute.

Am I? Or am I so sane that you just blew your mind? Impossible? Is it? Or is it so possible your head is spinning like a top?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=61uWowYxzQ8

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January 23, 2012
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Me: I want to take a picture of the Yolo County sign. 

Jill: Do it

Me: But then I’d have to pull over to the side of the freeway

Jill: YOLO

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January 23, 2012

Anonymous asked: How was your game yesterday? How many points did you score.

We were down 19 at one point, but made a little comeback to lose by 9. I had 21.

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January 19, 2012
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Baugh so hard…that Smith cray.

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January 17, 2012
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You’re a China!

I recently started working with kids and I’ve found out that some of them have an interesting view of Chinese people.

A few weeks ago, a girl thought I was Mexican. She told me to take my glasses off and then she had the :O face. “You’re a China!!!” *laughing hysterically*

I didn’t really think anything of it. Yes, I’m Chinese and not a China, but she’s just a kid. I corrected her and moved on. What was so funny about being a China was unknown to me.

Today, there was a group of four girls that always hang out together. One of the girls asked me, “Are Chinese people yellow?” At first I thought it was a joke, but after a few more questions, I realized that she was serious. How does a kid actually think Chinese people are yellow? 

I explained to the girls, “I’m part Chinese and I’m not yellow. *Points at Laos/Cambodian girl* Chinese people usually have a skin color similar to hers. After I said that, the other three girls in the group started laughing harder than I was while watching Fast Five. The Laos/Cambodian girl started crying her eyes out.

You might think she was crying because she thought she was being made fun of, which was true, but she took what I said about her skin color as an insult. It’s frightening that little kids think this. What and who is shaping their ideas? What is so bad about looking Chinese?

Anyway, this got me thinking about how I’m Asian and how that affects the way people perceive me. Since I was raised in Tracy, I went to school with a lot of the same people from elementary school through high school. I think people just thought of me as another kid instead of that Asian kid. When I went to college, I was surrounded by Asian people so being Asian wasn’t a big deal. In fact, Asians were the majority. 

But now when I meet new people, I feel like I’m that Asian person instead of just a person. When I first met some middle schoolers, one girl said, “Are you a nerd? You look like a nerd.” Maybe it’s because I wear glasses, but maybe it’s because I’m Asian.

I was with a group of people I had just recently met and we were talking about alcohol. One guy said, “You think one shot affects me? I’m 6’5” 250. Maybe that would affect those girls…and maybe Scott.” 

Wait, what? Why would he think that I have a low alcohol tolerance? Is it because of my size? I’m 5’11”. It must be because I’m Asian. 

None of this actually bothers me, however. I actually find it very fascinating to analyze what people say and the reasons why they say the things they do.

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January 17, 2012
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Bullets

  • For New Years Eve, I went to this party at Fort Mason Center. It was one of those buy-a-ticket-and-drink-as-much-as-you-want-events. I think it was the defining moment of my drinking career. It’s like when a baseball player realizes that he can’t get around on 95 MPH gas anymore. It’s like when a basketball player is pump faking under the hoop when there isn’t a defender in sight. I had fun at the party, but by about 12:30, I was ready to go to sleep. I just can’t hang like I used to. But I’m not saying that I’m not going to drink anymore or anything like that just because I’m past my prime. I’m going to pull a Tracy McGrady and hang around the league as a role player. Every once in a while I’ll show glimpses of my prime, but more likely than not, you’ll see me with ice packs on my knees limping my way through the night. 
  • It was about Week 5 of the NFL season and I was in San Francisco with Jon. We were talking about the Niners and Jon said, “We just need a team to knock out the Packers so we can go to the Super Bowl.” I laughed in his face.
  • I recommend watching Fast Five if you’re looking for a good laugh. “Dom, what do you remember about your father?” “My father? I remember everything about my father. Everything. Every Sunday, we had to go to church. After church, we’d have a barbeque. It was for anyone in the neighborhood. The catch was that you had to go to church or you didn’t get any barbeque. After dinner, my father would help Mia with her homework. He’d help her read the whole chapter. Then, after she went to bed, he’d stay up and read the next chapter just so he could help her the following night. …I remember everything about my father.”
  • During Fast Five, Dom, Brian, and the gang did a quarter mile race for $1M. As I’m watching the scene, I begin to think, “Man, this is a long quarter mile.” I went back to the beginning of the scene and timed it on my phone (because I’m weird). The race lasted exactly one minute. One minute for a quarter mile is equivalent to a four minute mile, which is equivalent to 15 MPH. Suspenseful. 
  • Last week I started playing in a basketball league. Most of you guys know that I’ve started to wear glasses, but my vision isn’t that bad so I decided to play sans glasses. Everything was a little blurry, including the basket, but it was manageable. While the other team was shooting free throws I thought to myself, “This must be how it felt being a clean baseball player during the steroid era. The steroid users (people with good vision) have a leg up on the clean players.” It’s time to start juicing.

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January 12, 2012
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Not one step, not two, not three, not four…