Wow…it’s been a while since I wrote here…just over a month by the looks of it.  I’m sorry for anybody who has been checking this site for updates…and according to Google Analytics, there’s at least four of you who’ve checked this site 50 times in the last two months.  That accounts for me (maybe), my mom, Tim Kim, and an unknown stranger.  Unknown stranger, if you’re single, Christian, and female, you know where to find me.

Seriously though, it HAS been a long time…Time to get back into it.

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I used to be a big reader when I was a kid.  I used to read EVERYTHING that entered my parents’ home: newspapers, magazines, paperbacks, textbooks…It didn’t matter what the book was about: I remember reading a ton about real estate when my parents were looking to buy a house way back when.  Anyway, one of those books was called “The Seven Kinds of Smart.”  In the book, the author separated intelligence into seven different categories: linguistic, mathematical, kinesthetic, spatial, musical, interpersonal, and intrapersonal.  He claimed that schools tend to focus too much on the linguistic and mathematical aspects of intelligence, while ignoring the talents of children who might be gifted in the other five areas of intelligence.

I remember reading this and thinking…well, I think I understand what the first six types of intelligence are, but what the heck is intrapersonal intelligence?  I think the author defined it as the ability to self-reflect: to know exactly what one is feeling or going through at a given time.  And I was like…yeah, that’s dumb.  Anyone can do that.

Well, as I grow older, I am coming to realize that I am intrapersonally really stupid.  I can’t put words to the feelings that I have most of the time.  Well, I can, but it takes a bit of analysis to figure out what I’m feeling.  I think this is why I’m not very picky: it takes me too long to figure out what I want.

I’ve been thinking about this for two reasons. The first is that I’m trying to start writing more about how I feel, and it’s proving to be more difficult than I first imagined.  The second is the final game between the Cavaliers and the Celtics.

For those of you who don’t know, the Cavaliers lost to the Celtics in six games.  I wasn’t able to watch the last game, but I heard the result from David Ahn over the phone.  When he told me that the Cavs had lost, I remember feeling this curious wave of sadness fall over me, then being immediately surprised at my own sadness.  Kind of like a baby being surprised by its own fart.  Let me explain:

I don’t really care about any of these teams.  My favorite NBA team is the Golden State Warriors, and it’s going to be a few years until they even make the playoffs, let alone win a championship.  My second favorite team (a distant second) is the Phoenix Suns, thanks to Steve Nash.  My least favorite team is the Lakers.  (Sorry, had to throw that in there).

Since I didn’t have a rooting interest in this series (or an anti-interest), you’d think that I wouldn’t care if one side won.  And yet, I found myself sad that the Cavs had lost.  Strange.

Furthermore, the Celtics were the underdogs in this series.  I like cheering for underdogs; it usually makes for a better viewing experience.  And yet, I root for the favorites.  Strange.

It’s been two days since then, and I think I’ve finally got a handle on why I feel the way I did about the Cavs…well, to be clear, LeBron James, since no one else on that team really matters.

I explain by way of analogy: if you were to ask me for a list of my favorite golfers before December of last year, it would go something like this:

  1. Tiger Woods
  2. (empty)
  3. Michelle Wie
  4. (empty)
  5. (empty)
  6. That other Korean golfer
  7. (empty)

The point is, before the whole scandal thing, I wanted Tiger Woods to crush that majors record.  Not because I liked him, or anything.  I just wanted to witness greatness.

I think that’s what this is like with LeBron.  In the current NBA, LeBron has the best chance to become an all-time great.  If anyone in the NBA has a chance to become the new answer to the question “Who was the best NBA player of all time?”, it’s him.  And I want to witness his ascension into that role.  That’s it. It certainly helps that LeBron seems to be a nice guy…but I think the main thing I want to see is LeBron break all the records.  Just so I can say that I was a witness.

Kinda sad, huh?  But that’s how I feel.  At least, I think I do.

-Tim

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