Last weekend, I was driving home when my BlackBerry buzzed with a text message from a Korean-American friend from my church: “You watching J Lin tearing it up?”
I texted back, “Really??”
He filled me in: “25 pts, 5 reb, 7 assists, 2 steals. Garden was going wild. Carmelo and Amar’e were going crazy. Announcers were effusive.”
A surge of emotion welled up inside me — a mix of utter astonishment, joy and pride.
“It’s a miracle,” I said to my wife, only half-joking.