I’ve been watching the LINsanity for past few weeks with a mixture of awe, pride, and slight apprehension. Like myself, Jeremy Lin is a product of Silicon Valley, the child of engineers, and a second generation Taiwanese American.
My own sons played basketball at the Y a few years ago. This particular facility had a full-size gym with cinderblock walls which thundered with each rebound. Full-grown men hovered in the hallways, waiting for the Little Hoopsters to finish, so they could have their turn. Overwhelming for a kid, to say the least.
Last year, Jeremy Lin hosted a meet and greet with the Bay AreaTaiwanese American community, when he was playing with the Golden State Warriors. Our family doesn’t follow the NBA much, and even our kids don’t play basketball anymore, so we skipped it. We missed out.
Since we live on the West Coast and don’t get ESPN at home, we haven’t been watching the Knicks games. It might actually be worth it to take the family out to a sports bar to see the Super Lintendo first-hand.
My boys probably won’t pursue basketball to the professional level (you think?), but I’m still so excited to see Lin breaking records — and stereotypes. Unfortunately not everyone thinks so. There seems to be an undercurrent of racist remarks based on outdated stereotypes and “Orientalization” of this American-born, Ivy League grad from Palo Alto. Thankfully, the derogatory tweets and commentary — such as Madison Square Garden’s fortune cookie graphic — are far outweighed by the positive.
Lin himself has been classy, gracious, and humble about the whole thing. A public Christian who actually walks the walk. And I don’t think God likes racists.
Read more about how Linsanity strikes a very personal chord for me in my piece Jeremy Lin: What He Means to Asians, Athletes and Dreamers on BlogHer.