July 10, 2008 5:15 AM
Bird, Magic, and My Still-Aching Back
My back's been killing me over here in Beijing -- blame the firm mattresses and even firmer pillows -- so I went for a massage yesterday afternoon. The woman at the front desk brought me into a room and reached for the remote. She flipped the TV over to a random channel. It was the tail end of a Chinese soap opera, and I didn't feel much like watching. I pulled out my notebook and started jotting
down a few notes when I heard this familiar theme song. So I looked up and, on this tiny TV in the corner of the room, I saw the opening credits rolling to a familiar show. An episode of "NBA Inside Stuff" -- featuring this year's
conference finals and highlights from the '87 Celtics-Lakers final --
was on.Some people like new age music during a massage, or maybe soothing ocean sounds. I'll take the dulcet tones of Ahmad Rashad dubbed over into Mandarin any day.
[As for the massage: the result was mostly unsuccessful. I wanted a lower back rub; I ended up with a few minutes of a shoulder rub-down before the masseuse started whacking rubberized hammers against my feet for the better part of an hour. (Doc, if you're reading this -- my reflexes are still good.) She also spent a few minutes heating up a ball of glass and suctioning it to my feet, though I have no idea what that was supposed to accomplish. But at $10 for an hour and half, I can't really complain.]
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