When Jimmer was a Senior at BYU and just getting started with basketball season, it was customary for the team to play a game at the Seniors’ hometowns….or at least close to it. Many of the guys are from Utah, or somewhere in the West, so it’s not much of a problem to schedule their games. Jimmer’s situation was different, he was from NY. After much deliberation and planning, it was going to happen. A D1 college game was coming to Glens Falls, NY. I’m not going to talk about all that happened during that game on this post, but I’ll just say it was a perfect, magical night for us all. BYU won the game against UVM. It was a memory we will never forget.
Something interesting happened at our house the day of the game. I was sitting on the couch when I heard a knock on the door. As I looked out the window, I saw a tall middle aged man. I didn’t recognize him but I noticed he was holding something in his hand. As I cracked opened the door (my husband was home so it was ok), the stranger asked me if Jimmer was home. Obviously he knew that Jimmer was in town for the game and assumed he would be staying here with us at home. Actually Jimmer had to stay with the team at the Queensbury Hotel so he wasn’t here at the time.
“Well I wanted to give him these pictures,” said the man. As he showed me the pictures, I recognized that they were taken in our house. He told me that he was one of the guys in the pictures and that he used to live in this house. He grew up here with 2 or 3 brothers ( I can’t exactly remember how many)….very tall brothers in this little tiny house. His name was Ray. I don’t know what I was more surprised by…. that he lived here at all, or that those TALL people lived here. Our house is not made for tall people. Everyone knows that if you are tall, there are places in our house that you have to duck your head, especially upstairs. How in heaven’s name did these very tall teenage boys manage in this house?!!! Ray said he was 6′ 6″ tall! I guess you make due with what you have. Well anyways, we talked for awhile about his life here and in this neighborhood. By then I had invited him in to look over his old homestead. He was clearly going down nostalgia lane as he looked around. We all can imagine how he felt being in the home where he grew up. Lots of memories.
He then proceeded to tell me that this tall black man in the picture was a young Bob Lanier. He was the #1 draft pick in the NBA in 1970. He was 6’11” tall. He was drafted by the Detroit Pistons. At the time that this picture was taken, I’m not sure if he was already in the NBA or he was in college where he was playing for St. Bonaventure, a college near Buffalo, NY. He actually was born in Buffalo. You can google him and read about his history and accomplishments. Very impressive. His shoe size alone is very impressive actually. Size 23!!! Of course my first question was how did he happen to have his picture taken in our house? Unfortunately I can’t remember what he said, but I know he did mention something about basketball in Albany. It will forever be a mystery as to why Bob Lanier was here. The point is that he was here. Maybe he left behind some NBA “vibes” in our house. I noticed that Lanier’s jersey was #16. Jimmer was #16 when he played for the Knicks D League. I personally like the #32 better. Ha!
Ray not only lived in this house but I also found out that he played basketball on some of the same summer teams as my husband, Al. You can see in the picture that Ray is not much shorter than Bob Lanier. Al said that he loved playing basketball and he was a good player himself. If that wasn’t a coincidence enough, he dated and married a girl who went to the same college that I did. I actually knew her. She was a wonderful, very sweet, girl. The sad part of this story is that he told me that she had passed away from a rare form of cancer a few years ago. My heart sank. As he talked about her, even though it had been awhile since she had been gone from his life, he clearly was still in a lot of emotional pain. He lingered here in the house longer than I expected. In retrospect, I realized that this man was here, not only because he was a Jimmer fan and wanted to do something nice for him by bringing him those pictures, but he also came back to his childhood home to soak in some memories of days gone by….a simpler time for him. I’m sure it gave him some comfort to be here and to talk to someone that knew his wife Kathy. Ray ended up coming back one other time just to talk but we haven’t seen him since then. My hope is that he has found solace and happiness once again in his life.
So it was quite a day that we experienced. Bob Lanier is about 68 years old now. Hard to believe those pictures were taken so many years ago.
So this tiny little house has a history for sure. It may not be in the best shape, it’s weathered and warn out, but a lot of excitement and interesting things happened here. We’ve had people from everywhere in this house. We’ve had the prestigious Naismith Award, Oscar Robinson Award, Wooden Award, Oscar Robinson award, AP award, the Espy award, etc., ESPN crews, BYU media crews, NYC crews, newspaper people, whole basketball teams from both my sons playing years, people from other states stopping by to see where Jimmer grew up, my daughter’s accolades from school, dancing and winning Miss NY Teen USA….the house actually looks like a small museum (some people have said), but to me the best thing that ever happened in this house is that all 3 of my children were born and grew up here. It was full of love for each other and love for God, much excitement, good friends, an occasional pet or two, good times, some tough times, but like every family, you wake up every morning and go to sleep at night and hope that in between, your days are filled with good health and meaningful, productive, successful experiences. The pages of life turn very quickly, and the years fly by, but this house, such as it is, has given me a lifetime of memories….and more to come I’m sure.
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This post is a departure of what we usually write about here on this blog but it goes along with the theme and mission of our Fredette Family Foundation…. and that is to help and be of service to one another in any way that we can.
I want to tell you of an unexpected time that I had the opportunity to help and be of service to someone. I’m not sure that I told my children (maybe I mentioned it in passing to Lindsay, my daughter) but if they read this they will read it for the first time. This is not to brag about helping someone, but rather I’m considering it a blessing for me to help this man named Mr. Kelly, who I’ve never forgotten, even though it was more than 20 years ago. On this day he called me his guardian angel. Let’s just say that I received much more than I gave to him. This is my story.
The time of year was in late Fall when the nights were starting to get very cool. For some reason, and I can’t even remember why, I was coming in on the Amtrak train from NYC to the Ft. Edward, NY station, about 50 miles north of Albany. My husband was scheduled to pick me up at 9:00 PM. Finally we got to my stop and I exited the train. I was the only person that was to get off there…so I thought. My husband was not there yet but I knew that he would be coming along soon, so I stood under the overhang of the rooftop of the station. This particular station and its services for passengers coming in had been long since abandoned and there was no activity or signs of life around this old, crooked, dark building. The only light I had was from the street light that was adjacent to me.
Usually when all of the passengers exit the train at their destinations, the door closes swiftly behind them and they take off immediately. This night they didn’t speed away as I expected. I noticed when I exited and turned around to face the train about 20 feet away, in the light of the doorway, stood the conductor talking to a man. He was a smallish older gentleman with white hair. As I observed them further, I noticed that the white haired man had an oxygen tank that he wheeled along side of him. They spoke for a few minutes and I could sense that there was a desperate aura around both of them. From the hand gestures of the older man, I could tell that he was upset over something. The conductor seemed to be in a quandary as to what to do because he was under pressure to keep the schedule of the train.
Finally the conductor looked out of the train and spotted me standing there under the very dimly lit area. He came out to me carrying the man’s suitcase, set it down beside me, and asked if I could help this man. He needs a ride. To his great relief, I said sure I’ll help him. The conductor assisted the man out of the train with his oxygen tank and they both came over. The conductor thanked me and the man just nodded with a smile. I hadn’t even done anything yet, but I guess I relieved the anxiety that both of them were experiencing at the time. I felt no fear of this small, white haired stranger even though it was just him and I in an area with very little light. How afraid would anyone be of a small old man with tubes in his nose from the oxygen tank that assisted him with his breathing? The conductor waved to us, hurried back to the train and it soon departed.
The man and I introduced ourselves and as he told me his name, both first and last, all I picked up was his last name….Kelly. So I just called him Mr. Kelly. He was a very friendly, animated man and it didn’t take me long to notice that he didn’t speak like a person from the USA. He had a thick accent that was unmistakable to me as to where he was from. I could hear that he was from England and I was guessing, but almost certain, that he was from a particular part of England because he spoke just like The BEATLES did! Not like the royal family British accent, but from Beatle-land!!!…. Liverpool, England!!! Anyone that knows my group of friends from our teenage years, knows that we LOVED the Beatles. We actually were able to go to Shea Stadium, thanks to one of my aunts who lived in that area, to see them in concert. Yes, we were fanatics and picking up on someone else that spoke in that particular accent and dialect was easy! It’s like the difference in how a person from Brooklyn, NY speaks as opposed to upstate NY. Very different and very distinguishable. So I proceeded to ask him where he was from….sure enough, he was from Liverpool, England!
Mr. Kelly told me that he was under the impression that there would be a full service train station here and that he would be able to catch a taxi or a shuttle service to get to his hotel. It was then that I realized how desperate and fearful he must have felt as he looked out the window of the train approaching his stop. It was not filled with the activity of a full service train station, but rather a dark, desolate, empty train station. Ft. Edward, NY is a great, friendly, little town, but it’s a very small town where most people settle in for the night and there is not much action on the streets. Anyone of us can imagine the fear that Mr. Kelly must have felt being in, not only in an unknown dimly lit town, but in an unknown country. An able bodied Mr. Kelly could have gotten some help somewhere by someone…. but this was a vulnerable, weakened man depending on oxygen to keep him alive.
He was here to have a reunion with some of his old friends and they choose to meet in beautiful Lake George, NY. Seemed like it was on their “bucket list” to meet one last time. When I look back I think about the determination and great desire he had to fulfill this last journey in his life. It clearly wasn’t an easy trip for him to make. Since his friends also weren’t very familiar with this area, they assumed Mr. Kelly would not have a problem getting a taxi to bring him up to the hotel. This was back in the days when we didn’t have the convenience of calling someone on their cell phone.
My husband, Al, soon arrived and I told him that we needed to give this man a ride up to Lake George. If you know Al, you know how kind and charitable he is. He would have carried the man up there on his back if he had to just to help him out, so of course he said… “hop in, no problem.” Mr. Kelly insisted that we didn’t need to do that but rather just give him a ride to where he could make a phone call or to a taxi service. He was such a nice man and so grateful just to be in contact with people willing to help him in this strange, unfamiliar country. We wouldn’t hear of that and gave him a ride straight up to the Lake George hotel.
We let him sit in the front seat to make it easier on him with his oxygen tank and put his luggage in the back. I sat in the middle of the back seat so I could eagerly lean forward to hear him talk. I so enjoyed hearing that accent. Of course it didn’t take me long to ask the big question. I couldn’t resist. After all, he was from the land of The Beatles. “Did you ever see the Beatles play in Liverpool?” I asked. He laughed a little and was very forthcoming with his stories about the Beatles. I was thrilled to hear, yes, he did see them. He called them “lads” and said he saw them before they were called “The Beatles”. He said they were called the Quarrymen and several other names before they settled on The Beatles. I knew he was right because I was an expert on the history of The Beatles. They were just starting out when Mr. Kelly would see them and there were guys that were in and out of the original band. They were a work in progress but they were beginning to become popular in the area “pubs,” as he called them. Little did Mr. Kelly know how popular they would become. He said that many similar group bands were springing up all over Liverpool and all over the whole country of England. It was called the British Invasion when they began to filter into the United States. If you grew up anywhere near the 60s, you are well aware of those times. What great music that was and actually still is. It was like a walk back to my teen years as Mr. Kelly talked. So we very much enjoyed our conversation with his lively personality with an intriguing Liverpool accent. He called it a “scouser” accent for those of you interested in looking it up. Just a thought I’ve always had….have you ever noticed that when a person that has a British accent or any accent, sings, the accent goes away? Interesting how that happens. It definitely happened in the Beatles’ music.
Finally we arrived up at the hotel in Lake George. We helped him in and waited to make sure that his friends were there. They were….and he invited them down to meet us. Very nice also and were grateful after they heard that there was no transportation for Mr. Kelly at the station other than us….he obviously was their much loved friend. They asked us if they could take us to dinner the next night but unfortunately we weren’t able to do that. Before we left, we exchanged addresses so we could maybe keep in touch. The next day sometime during late morning, I got a knock on the door. As I looked out, I saw a big beautiful bouquet of flowers ready to be delivered to me. I looked at the card and it read….”To my guardian angel.” Thank you….(signed) Mr. Kelly
I think when he got back to England, we wrote at least one time to each other but that was it. Mr. Kelly was not a well man. He told us of a heart problem that he had and after listening to him struggle to breathe, I understood that this trip was probably the last trip that he would take. I felt strongly that he probably passed away a couple of months after he arrived home.
Some might say how lucky he was to have me there to help him to his destination…. but I say how lucky and blessed I was to meet such a wonderful, lovely, friendly man like Mr. Kelly. I’m sure that 100% of those reading this would have done the same thing to help this man, so I don’t feel special in that way, but I feel like maybe I was meant to be there at that time to meet him. What a blessing and a privilege it was for me.
I think that opportunities and certain special situations in life are all about timing. Some good, some bad. You hear people say that you were in the “right place at the right time” and you also hear about being in the “wrong place at the wrong time.” I think that we sometimes find ourselves in a situation on God’s perfect timing. My husband is never late and he is very respectful of me when it comes to picking me up….but on this night, for the first time, he was late. If he hadn’t been late, I would have been gone and there would have been no one there to help this man…. who actually reminded me of my father. I believe that was an example of God’s timing.
Mr. Kelly said that I was “his guardian angel” and I’d like to think that that was true. I wasn’t a guardian angel in the mystical sense where I appeared out of nowhere then magically disappeared. (although I believe that can happen and has happened to people). There used to be a song back in the Oldies era called “Earth Angel”. I think that’s maybe what I was…an earth angel for Mr. Kelly. Every single one of us has the chance or potential to be someone else’s “earth angel”. Those opportunities present themselves to us every day. A kind word or a kind gesture may be all it takes to change someone’s day…. or even someone’s life.
Would Mr. Kelly have made it to his hotel in Lake George without my help? Yes maybe he would have, but not without much fear and anxiety for him. I think he would have had to sit down on someone’s porch steps so that he could rest. The center of town where he may have possibly found a phone or a place open, was about a quarter of a mile away….that’s over 1300 steps that this poor man would have had to take wheeling his oxygen tank and carrying his luggage through an unknown, lonely, dark street. He would have had to choose whether to go left or right, and if he guessed wrong, it would have taken him on an even longer route. The average person would have no problem making it up the street, but for Mr. Kelly and all of his health challenges, it would have been tough.
So the point of my story is that you never know when you are going to be called upon and be given the honor and priviledge to be of service to someone else…..someone’s earth angel. I’m sure many of you have stories like this and have received the blessing of being able to help someone in need. The “feeling” that you receive when you have helped someone and gone that extra mile is something very special. It’s like on Christmas day….we all like to get a present or two but how much more fun and special is it to watch someone open something that you picked out for them. It’s no accident that are spirits soar and we feel good when we do something nice for someone else. It’s how we are all wired. Just like when we do something bad to someone or do something wrong, we feel bad inside.
In closing, this is not to say that you don’t have to be careful in helping out total strangers, because you do, but in the case of Mr. Kelly, my instincts told me that he was no one to fear and I think if you rely on that and the spirit, you will know too.
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Well I hope you all saw the “Outside the Lines” segment on Jimmer. I noticed that there is a 5 minute preview version on some of the social media sites, but that’s not the whole thing. The finished video was a little over 20 minutes. I know a lot of you could only find the 5 minute one but the longer version can be released 21 days after the airing of it on TV. So I will let everyone know when that happens.
Kudos to ESPN’s “Outside the Lines” crew. They did a fantastic job and we all loved it. It definitely captured the very essence of Jimmer. He’s a hard working, unassuming type kid, (well I call him a kid because I’m his mother) that loves God, loves his family, including his dog George, loves playing basketball and other sports, and loves hanging out with family and friends. Now he has another little one to hang out with….their little girl. It’s as simple as that. What you see is what you get with Jimmer. He’s never given up on his dream of playing in the NBA (which he did) and to continue to play professional basketball. There are two personality traits that Jimmer has which have gotten him to where he is, and it’s persistence and perseverance. His wife might call it stubbornness. He went through more than anyone knows during those first few years in the NBA, never once complaining to any of us, but kept his head up, worked hard and kept positive. He has never doubted his abilities. I know that he must have felt great frustration and disappointment…. but he kept going. Now he has captured a whole new HUGE audience that appreciates his talent for basketball and loves him for who he is….and he loves them in return. So what I would say to anyone that is getting close to their dreams of (whatever), and you feel like giving up….DON’T!!!… because you never know what is on the other side of that frustration.
So to finish up Jimmer’s experience in China for this year, I would like to talk about the making of the commercial that he did for the sporting good company called 361. My husband happened to be there watching the whole process so I can post some of the pictures and video that he took. Kind of blurry but, hey, he had just graduated from a flip phone to a smart phone and it was all new to him…. so I’ll cut him some slack. You did good Al.
He said they were there in a cold gym for about 9 hours. You can see by the pictures that no one took their heavy coats off except for Jimmer when they had to do a scene. They were very conscious of making sure Jimmer was warm and comfortable by putting a heater by him when he sat down and made sure he had a coat to wear at all times. Al also said that they had a lot of good food for them to eat during their breaks so they certainly didn’t go hungry. Very kind crew they were.
As I said last time when I talked about filming here at our home, it takes so much time for just a few seconds of footage, and it was the same here. They worked very hard all day and I think the actual commercial is about 15 seconds long…if that. Al said it was really interesting to see how it was made though. There were about 50-75 people there, some busy with their specific jobs and some just watching. At the end you will see a bunch of sparkling confetti blowing up behind Jimmer. There was one guy that had that job. He had a PVC pipe and filled it full of the confetti. Obviously he put something in the pipe that would shoot it out behind Jimmer like a small cannon to disperse it throughout the air.
Also what I thought was interesting was that they had a “stand in” for Jimmer so that he wouldn’t have to stand all day while they got the right camera angles and lighting and whatever. They actually hired someone to do that!!!…and I think they paid him pretty good money for it. Al got a chance to talk to the guy while he wasn’t busy being the stand in. He said he was from Norway or Sweden or some place like that. He was going to school over there in China and he would pick up odd jobs to make some money. He was an interesting guy with yet another accent (this time Norwegian) in the mix. They wanted someone of similar height, build and coloring so they could get everything right concerning Jimmer’s scenes. I’ll post a picture of him. Nice, happy guy Al said.
I got a kick out of how they all scooted across the room together to film Jimmer as he was dribbling the ball. It was soon after Jimmer had slightly injured his foot and it must have been a little tender for him to do those moves, but he was a trooper. It got done. It was an interesting and fun day for Al and Jimmer….but also a tiring one. It takes a lot of patience and a lot of waiting around, but it’s worth it in the end. They have a great commercial out now and it is playing over in China for 361.
A lot of people have asked about Jimmer’s signature shoe and when it’s coming out. He says that it won’t be out until next season and they are trying for it to be available in the USA somewhere but not at all sure about that. We will let everyone know when we find out. Maybe they will be available for Christmas this year. That would be nice.
Ok that’s it for today….thanks for stopping by. I’ll post some pictures, some video and the completed commercial at the bottom. Those of you that saw the 20 minute version of ‘Outside the Lines” yesterday saw the commercial already. These “behind the scenes” videos below show you that everything like this on TV seems so glamorous because the final product is so polished and perfect, but the work that goes into it, and the reality of it is not quite so glamorous. Check it out.
Until next time….see ya!
Last Monday night, somewhere over the Pacific Ocean, a private plane soared through the night sky en route to the United States. On board that plane was a soon to be first time father who was anxiously awaiting touching down in Denver. This was the 3rd time in only a matter of weeks that this soon to be father had taken on the grueling task of traveling 6,696 miles from Shanghai, China to his home in Colorado. As he sat upon the beautiful aircraft gazing out over the sea, thoughts of fatherhood raced through his mind.
Fast forward. . . three days later, Jimmer (the soon to be father) and his wife Whitney, are now at the hospital anticipating their big moment. Meanwhile in Sacramento, my cell phone was on high alert as I eagerly awaited receiving the special announcement text, which could now come at anytime. As the night went on I received numerous texts, but not one of them was the one I was most hoping for. Then once two in the morning rolled around, I realized that little Wesley James was operating on her own time table.
Back in China, around the time that the sun was coming up in Denver, Jimmer’s Shanghai Sharks were just taking to the court to play their first CBA playoff game in years. Obviously when they took to that court, they did so without their leading scorer. When tip-off ensued, that leading scorer was all of the 6,600 miles away in Denver, now on only two hours sleep as he started worrying that the birth of his new baby girl might not take place before his flight back to China was due to depart. Jimmer was now facing the dilemma of choosing to miss his flight, and in doing so assuring that he would also miss his teams 2nd playoff game, or choosing to keep his flight, which would mean he would have flown all of the way from China, only to just miss the once in a lifetime birth of his first child. Hours later that decision was made even more difficult, when Jimmer received the news that his Sharks had just dropped game 1 of their first playoff series by 40 points. Game 2 was only a day and a half away. The Sharks needed Jimmer, and Jimmer knew it.
Not too long after the news of the Sharks loss hit home, I was rolling out of bed. Immediately I took to my phone, expecting some good news to be waiting for me – but still no word had come. The waiting game continued.
Eventually came 1:46 PM Denver time. That very minute is a time that will be etched in the brain of my little brother for the rest of his life. It was at exactly 1:46, when a man who had achieved many milestones in his life as a successful basketball player, had suddenly reached a new milestone – one that would undoubtedly dwarf any others that he had ever reached. This is a man who had broken the Glens Falls High School all time scoring record, the Section 2 all time scoring record, the BYU all time scoring record, the BYU single game scoring record, the Mountain West Conference single game scoring record. . . a man who he had lead the NCAA in scoring in 2011, won the John Wooden Award, won the Oscar Robertson award, won the James Naismith National College Player of the Year award, won an ESPY for the male athlete of the year award. . . a man who reached his ultimate dream by being drafted into the NBA in the 2011. . . a man who had achieved all of these prestigious accomplishments and many more. . . but even with all of these incredible successes under his belt, none of them could even come close to comparing to the feeling that he felt at 1:46 on this past Friday afternoon, when that man officially became a father. Just hours before Jimmer was set to fly back to China, Wesley James Fredette made her appearance into the world. This beautiful baby girl was born just one day before her father’s birthday. Holding his little daughter in his arms for the first time was an experience that Jimmer said was the greatest moment of his life. The 13 hour flight to be there for that monumental moment was nothing. If the flight was 100 hours, it would have been a very small price for Jimmer to pay to be there for what he later told us was an absolutely surreal experience. One that will live on in his memory forever.
When I finally personally received the text that I had been waiting to receive for over 24 hours, it was a thrilling moment, but also for me, a very hard concept to even grasp. My little brother… my once curly haired sidekick who had tagged along with my friends and I no matter where we went. . . my best little buddy who I used to bounce on the trampoline with in the backyard. . . my right hand man who was the water boy for every sports team I ever played on. . . my best friend, my main man who looked up to me as we grew up in that tiny little house in upstate New York. . . that same little guy is actually now a dad. It’s a testament to the fact that time stands still for no one, and with each passing second we are all closer to being greeted by life changing experiences. At 1:46 this past Friday, my little brother experienced one that he will cherish for the rest of his life. Congratulations Jimmer and Whitney! You guys are parents!
As for game 2 of the CBA playoffs, Jimmer and his team overcame a 15 point deficit to pull out an absolutely crucial overtime victory! Jimmer told me after the game he was exhausted, something anyone who knew what he had been through the past 48 hours completely expected. After only about 5 hours sleep in two days, combined with the emotion of seeing his daughter being brought into the world, plus another 13 hour flight on top of that, I had no illusions of Jimmer being a ball of energy on that court Sunday night. However, knowing what I know about my little bro, I had no doubt he was gonna fight through the fatigue – and that’s exactly what he did. He went on to score 39 points and grab 10 rebounds to help lead the Sharks to a season saving win. He willed himself to a big-time performance, including hitting what should have been a game winning basket with only 2 seconds left in regulation. If not for a heroic buzzer beater by the opposing team, that off balance shot off the glass that Jimmer sunk just prior, would have put the game away. Jimmer however got one more chance to be the hero, and this time, he didn’t leave anything to chance. He caught fire in overtime, hitting his signature 3’s from all over the court and putting the nail in the coffin with an against all odds outstanding performance. How he was able to dig deep and muster up enough energy to close out that game the way he did, is a question for the ages. Some might say it was adrenaline, some might say it was a second wind. . . me personally, I think it was inspiration. . . inspiration from a little girl named Wesley James Fredette.
The Shark’s series is now tied 1 to 1. The excitement of the CBA Play-offs is just getting started. Stay tuned to find out how the rest of this thrilling season unfolds!
Also some breaking news! As I was finishing up this blog I got word that today Jimmer was officially named the MVP of the CBA for this season!!! What a week it has been for my bro. Congratulations once again J!! Another milestone that someday uncle T can share with little Wesley!
Six days from now Jimmer will be celebrating his 28th birthday, five days from now his team will tip off Shanghai’s first CBA play-off game in years, and four days from now, Jimmer’s wife Whitney is due to give birth to their first born child back in Denver, Colorado. I’d say that these very special life events could be the cause of Jimmer being on a high. So I guess it was only right that he lived up to that high by putting up a career high, and not just a professional career high – a lifetime career high!
In what turned out to be the best basketball game I have seen all year at any level, my little brother did something historic. He finished the exhilarating, double overtime, barnburner of a battle in a fashion that would make his most faithful fans have joyful flashbacks of the Jimmermania days. . . and then some. His greatest scoring performance in his college career came against New Mexico when he dropped 52 in the Mountain West Conference tournament. In his high school and AAU years I recall a lot of high 40’s, a couple 50’s, and if I’m correct even a 60-point performance. Although all of those magnetic showings were beyond impressive, they all paled in comparison to what Jimmer just did Sunday night in the heart of China (Sunday morning here in the states). Jimmer recorded a personal, lifetime best, 73 points in game that can now be considered an instant classic in the ranks of the CBA. It was an inspiring affair. It was a special moment that will definitely never be forgotten. It was a back and forth slugfest where both the Sharks and the opposing Lions played a lights out game. The kind of game where you might find yourself breathing heavy just from watching the exhausted players fight through the fatigue of a game that didn’t ever want to end. Unfortunately for the Sharks they were edged out in the end, but regardless of the outcome, it was an incredible, event played out in front of an ultra animated crowd, who can be credited with providing an absolutely intoxicating atmosphere.
Now this is it. The regular season is officially over. All the early morning training sessions, unforgiving road trips, and season long sacrifices have lead to this. The CBA Play-offs! This Friday the long awaited competition will kick off with a bang in the nation of China. Will the Sharks do what they set out 5 months ago to do? Will Jimmer be able to ride out the momentum of his historic 73-point night? I know I for one, cannot wait to find out! Stay tuned for updates on the Shanghai Sharks as their play-off ride begins!