Several years ago there was a piece about the oft-maligned Allen Iverson that, in essence, argued that he should be appreciated more because he can be identified with. At the time, he was as significant an NBA superstar as his contemporaries like Shaquille O’Neal or Kobe Bryant. However, Shaq (standing at 7-foot-1, 325 lbs.) and Kobe (6-foot-7, 205) have physical gifts that are not often found in the general population. Not that Iverson wasn’t physically gifted, because he was, but at six feet (and there were whispers of him standing even shorter than that) he was the kind of guy that we see every single day. No, it didn’t mean that the best guy at your rec league had the potential to be an NBA superstar, but credit had to be given A.I. for having great success as a man amongst giants.
Jeremy Lin deserves appreciation for being something of an everyman, himself. Yet, this time, it has nothing to do with his height or strength. No, this one is all about color and perception. Well, I shouldn’t say all, because if Lin were Black, his incredible play over this past week would still be a huge story, it just wouldn’t be important. This is entertaining to folks because it is unexpected to see an undrafted benchwarmer show that he has what it takes to excel in the Association, but it’s meaningful because it shatters the unflattering expectations that people have (had?) about Asian-Americans in sports and, frankly, beyond. In addition to the raucous cheering at MSG, there were camera shots of a few fans looking solemn and pleased–I imagine that these people were feeling a ton of pride at the moment because Jeremy Lin was zooming by a cultural milestone like it was Derek Fisher frozen in the paint.
Personally, I needed to tune in to that Knicks/Lakers game because it was going to be pivotal. Would Lin lead his team to victory and (more importantly) have an excellent individual performance and continue to forcibly change minds about what color people are capable of any particular accomplishment? Or would he have an average performance, thereby negating his prior success as simply an aberration and further cementing the negative stereotypes about Asian-Americans in sports and demolishing the opportunity that anyone looking like him would ever have in professional sports ever again? It may seem crazy, but I honestly think that kind of pressure existed on Friday night. And, for the haters, there would be no excuses for failure even though many valid ones existed. Fatigue? Check. Crappy supporting cast? Check. Competing against a backcourt that had won five NBA championships, and featuring one of the ten best players of all-time? Oh, and don’t forget two seven-footers in the paint and a former Defensive Player of the Year. Umm…yeah. It was almost comical. Yet, as anyone who watched the game, pumped his or her fist, or shouted “Oh shit!” multiple times at a television screen while viewing knows, the guy came through with flying colors. It was more than a passing grade; it was the highest possible score on what was probably the most difficult exam of his life. Unreal. And I’m insanely…check that–Linsanely happy to have witnessed it.