Yao Ming Quotes

The bottom line is that not only are NBA players outlandishly tall, they are also preposterously long, even relative to their stature. And when an NBA player does not have the height required to fit into his slot in the athletic body types universe, he nearly always has the arm span to make up for it. In the post–Big Bang of body types era, whether with height or reach, almost no player makes the NBA without a functional size that is typical for his position and often on the fringe of humanity. Only two players from a 2010–11 NBA roster with available official measurements have arms shorter than their height. One is J. J. Redick, the Milwaukee Bucks guard who is 6'4" with a 6'3¼" arm span, downright Tyrannosaurus rex-ian in the NBA.* The other is now-retired Rockets center Yao Ming. But at a height just over 7'5", Yao, whose gargantuan parents were brought together for breeding purposes by the Chinese basketball federation, fit into his niche just fine.

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The most noteworthy knock-Shaq-on-his-rear addition took place on June 26, 2002, when the Houston Rockets used the first pick in the NBA draft to select Yao Ming, the 7-foot-6, 310-pound center who had recently averaged 38.9 points and 20.2 rebounds per game in the playoffs with the Shanghai Sharks of the Chinese Basketball Association. Though he was just 21 and unfamiliar with high-caliber competition, Yao’s arrival was considered a direct challenge to O’Neal’s reign as the NBA’s mightiest big man. Sure, Shaq was tall. But he wasn’t this tall. Within weeks, a song titled simply “Yao Ming” was being played on Houston radio stations, and Steve Francis, the Rockets’ superstar guard, was being introduced to audiences as “Yao Ming’s teammate.” There was talk—only half in jest—of a Ming dynasty. Put simply, the NBA’s 28 other franchises were doing their all to shove the Lakers off their perch. If that meant copying elements of the triangle offense (as many teams attempted to do), so be it. If that meant adding Mutombo or Clark, so be it. If that meant importing China’s greatest center, so be it. And if that meant throwing punches—well, let’s go.

Nostradamus avait prédit la fin du monde pour l’été 1999. Comme chacun peut le constater, la terre continue de tourner et le bug du millénaire n’a pas causé trop de ravages. Le 11-Septembre a tout changé ; Saddam a été exécuté par ses compatriotes. En 2006, Liu Xiang a réalisé des miracles et en juillet 2011, Yao Ming a quitté la NBA. L’année du tremblement de terre du Sichuan, Zhang Yimou a conçu le spectacle de la cérémonie d’ouverture des jeux Olympiques au Nid d’Oiseau ; les crises monétaires internationales se sont succédé. Le Printemps arabe a éclaté. La fin du monde en 2012 annoncée par les Mayas ne s’est pas produite. Le grand « tsar » Poutine a annexé la Crimée ; l’État islamique a déclenché l’afflux des réfugiés en Europe. Leonardo DiCaprio a obtenu un oscar ; le prix Nobel de littérature a été attribué à Bob Dylan ; les frères Wachowski – que Ye Xiao adore – se sont d’abord transformés en frère et sœur, pour finalement devenir sœurs. Ce 14 août 2017, il s’est écoulé dix-huit ans depuis le jour où, selon Nostradamus, la fin du monde devait arriver.

I don't know who first said it, but this proverb is something I believe: A lion leading a lot of sheep can defeat a sheep leading many lions. The important part is that I must decide when I am a lion and when I must be a sheep. I don't believe you are always one or the other.

It’s not clear if he can dunk (no one’s ever seen him try) but he can definitely grab the rim and that alone is pretty impressive given that he’s five eleven and three-quarters. —Which, for the record, is the perfect height for an Asian dude. Tall enough for women to notice (even in heels! even White women!), tall enough to not get ignored by the bartender, but not so tall to get called Yao Ming and considered some kind of Mongolian freak.