A body moving with a fluidity and a precision that the body’s dimensions should not have permitted. A combination of size and skill and intelligence that the sport had not previously needed to account for. He is also, beneath the basketball, a man of serious intellectual and spiritual inquiry. He converted to Islam the year before, taking the name Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, and the conversion was not a celebrity gesture.
It was the expression of a sustained engagement with questions of meaning and identity and what a person is supposed to do with a specific life they have been given. He reads, he thinks, he asks questions. He has in this period of his life been asking a specific physical question. A question about what his body can do that is not basketball.
What capabilities exist in the dimensions in the conditioning that have been developed entirely within the framework of a single sport and that might have other expressions. He heard about Bruce Lee through a mutual acquaintance. The acquaintance described what happened in Bruce Lee’s gym. Kareem made a phone call.
Six months ago he began training. The six months of training had been unlike anything else in Kareem’s athletic experience. Not because of the physical demands. He was an NBA player in the era when NBA players trained with a sustained, serious intensity that professional athletics at that level required. And the demands of what Bruce Lee asked of him in training were different from the demands of basketball, but not categorically harder.
What was unlike anything else was the quality of the instruction. Bruce Lee taught nothing that Kareem had been taught before. Not because the subject matter was new. The subject matter was the body, the same body that every coach Kareem had ever worked with had been teaching him to use. But the framework was different.
The framework that basketball developed for the body was the framework of the game. The specific movements, the specific capabilities, the specific physical intelligence required to perform at the highest level within the defined context of a sport with defined rules and defined objectives. Bruce Lee’s framework was not the framework of a game.
It was the framework of a principle. The principle that the body’s capabilities were almost never determined by what the body had been told it could do. That the limits accepted were almost always smaller than the actual limits. And that the gap between those two things was the most important territory available to any serious practitioner.
Kareem had been inside the game framework for so long that the game framework had become invisible to him. The way the frame of a window becomes invisible once you are looking through it at what it contains. Bruce Lee showed him the frame. He had been looking through it for 6 months. Tonight they are going to spar. If you love Bruce Lee stories, subscribe.
I post rare stories every day. The gym in the morning has the particular quality that training spaces have before the day’s main work begins. Expectant, organized, the mats clean, the equipment in its places, the light coming through the frosted windows at an angle that makes the space look larger than it is. Kareem arrives first. He has been here many times, but it still registers.
The size differential between himself and the space, the way a room built for average-size human beings feels like a different kind of room when you are 7 ft 2. The ceiling is high enough, the mats are adequate. He moves through the space with a practiced accommodation of someone who has been negotiating the relationship between his dimensions and the world’s dimensions for his entire life.
Bruce Lee arrives 7 minutes later. He comes in from the side door, training bag over one shoulder, the thermos of tea that is a permanent feature of any morning session. He looks at Kareem, who is standing near the center of the mat, already stretching. The warm-up routine that they have developed over 6 months together, specific to Kareem’s body and its needs and its range of motion.
Bruce Lee watches for a moment. He says, “Ready?” Kareem says, “Ready.” They warm up together for 20 minutes. The warm-up is its own kind of conversation, the physical exchange of information that precedes the more explicit exchange of the sparring, the calibration of where each person is today relative to where they were last time.
The reading of the body’s current state that serious practitioners develop. Bruce Lee is reading Kareem. Kareem is reading Bruce Lee. At the end of 20 minutes, they face each other in the center of the mat. The geometry of them facing each other is worth pausing on. 7 ft 2 in 265 lb The reach of the arms extended spans approximately 8 ft.
The hands at full extension are at a height that most opponents would need to jump to reach. The legs are long enough that a single step covers the distance that most people cover in two. The platform of the body, the base from which all movement generates is the broadest, most stable platform that human genetics produces in basketball players of Kareem’s caliber.
Against this 5 ft 7 in 143 lb The reach of the arms extended spans approximately 5 ft 6 The hands at full extension are at a height that Kareem’s arms begin. >> [clears throat] >> Bruce Lee looks up at Kareem. Kareem looks down at Bruce Lee. Neither of them says anything. The sparring begins. The first exchange lasted 4 seconds.
Kareem extended his arm, not a committed strike, a probe, the kind of testing movement that all serious sparring begins with, establishing the range and the reactions of the opponent. An arm that begins at a height of 6 ft and extends to a reach of 8 ft is not a limb that most opponents can deal with from the outside.
It changes the geometry of every conventional striking range. Bruce Lee was not outside the arm. He was inside it before the arm completed its extension. This was not what Kareem expected. He had been expecting Bruce Lee to work the outside, to use the speed and the footwork to operate outside the reach, to find angles that the length of the arm could not cover.
This was what conventional martial arts strategy suggested for dealing with a longer armed opponent. Stay outside, find the angles, make the reach miss. Bruce Lee went inside. He closed the distance to the inside of Kareem’s extended arm in a single motion so fast and so early that Kareem’s arm had not yet found the resistance it was expecting when it found air.
Bruce Lee’s hand tapped Kareem’s ribs. Light, controlled, sufficient. 4 seconds. Kareem reset. They went again. The second exchange lasted 6 seconds and ended with the same result. Bruce Lee inside the reach before the reach could establish its geometry. The tap to the ribs that was not a strike in the damaging sense, but was a strike in the informational sense.
The body’s way of saying, “This is where I am. This is where you are not.” The third exchange was different. Kareem committed to something other than the probe. A full extension of his right arm followed by a pivot that used his body’s length to sweep through a much wider arc than the probe had used.
A technique developed not in martial arts, but in basketball. In the skyhook that was his signature on the court. The sweeping, elevated, long-armed motion that no defender in basketball had found a reliable answer for. Bruce Lee went under it. Not around it, under it. Ducking into the space below the arc of the sweep at the moment the sweep was committed.
Moving into the space that the pivot had vacated. Arriving where Kareem’s body was before Kareem’s body arrived. The tap was to the back of Kareem’s knee. Kareem felt it. He did not fall. His balance was too good for the tap to produce a fall, but he felt the structural message of it. The information that the tap was carrying.
“Here is where you are vulnerable. Here is where the geometry opens. Here is what would happen in a different context.” He stood. He did not reset immediately. He looked at Bruce Lee. Bruce Lee looked back. Kareem said, “You went under the skyhook.” Bruce Lee said, “Your skyhook is extraordinary.
Nobody can go over it or around it. I went under it.” Kareem was quiet. He said, “How did you know you could fit?” Bruce Lee said, “I know where the space is. I am always looking for the space.” If you love Bruce Lee stories, subscribe. I post rare stories every day. They sparred for 2 more hours. In 2 hours, Kareem landed clean contact on Bruce Lee three times.
In 2 hours, Bruce Lee landed clean contact on Kareem 47 times. These numbers were noted afterward by Dan Inosanto, Bruce Lee’s senior student and training partner, who was present for part of the session and who kept informal records of training exchanges as a matter of practice. Not in a competitive spirit, but as data.
As the kind of information that allowed patterns to be identified and principles to be extracted. The numbers were not the story. The numbers were the most legible part of the story. The part that could be captured in a notation. The rest of the story was in the quality of what happened, in the specific exchanges that made up the 2 hours, in the particular thing that Kareem experienced from the inside that the numbers could not capture from the outside.
After the session, they sat against the wall with water and tea. Kareem was quiet for a long time. He had been in professional athletic competition since he was a teenager. He had faced the best players in the NBA. He had faced players who were faster, players who were more skilled in specific dimensions of the game, players who had found ways to challenge him that required him to develop new responses.
He had never been in a competitive context where he felt the particular thing he felt in the 2 hours on the mat. He had felt his size become irrelevant. Not meaningless. The size was still there. The reach was still there. The force available to his body was still the force available to a 265-lb person in exceptional condition.
But irrelevant in the specific sense that the size, which had been the primary variable in every physical context of his life since he was 14 years old, had not been the primary variable in the last 2 hours. Bruce Lee had made him feel small for the first time. Not literally small. Not in the way of diminishment.
In the way of someone who has spent their entire life as the largest person in the room and has encountered for the first time a context in which the size of the room was determined by something other than the size of the person. He [clears throat] said this once to a journalist who asked him about Bruce Lee in 1978, 5 years after Bruce Lee’s death.
He said, “He made me feel small, not as an insult, as a fact. In 47 moments over 2 hours, I was the smaller person in the room. In all other rooms in my entire life, I had been the largest person in the room. He taught me that large and small are not fixed. They are determined by who is reading the space.
” The journalist asked if he had continued training. Kareem said, “I trained with him until he died. After he died, I stopped.” The journalist asked why he stopped after Bruce Lee died. Kareem was quiet for a moment. He said, “Because what I was training toward was the conversation, not the technique. The conversation that happened every time we were in that room.
The conversation between what I was and what he was doing with it. That conversation required him. Without him, it was a different conversation.” He did not talk about it again. There is a version of the Kareem and Bruce Lee story that people tell as a size story. The 7-ft man and the 5-ft 7-man. The contrast, the arithmetic, the particular pleasure of the audience in seeing the large thing not be the winning thing.
That version is not wrong. It is just not the version that either of them was living. Kareem was not living the size story. He was living the version where a man who had spent 24 years being categorized by his dimensions encountered, for the first time in a physical context, someone whose primary engagement with those dimensions was not to be impressed by them, but to understand them.
To find the spaces that the dimensions created and to move through those spaces with the same principle he applied to everything else. Be water. 7 ft 2 in of exceptional force is force with a direction. Force with a direction has a space it is not occupying. Find the space. 47 times in 2 hours Bruce Lee found the space. Kareem felt it 47 times.
He said it once. He never said it again. Not because it was a secret, because the thing it described, the feeling of size becoming irrelevant, of the dimension that had defined him for his entire life becoming, for 2 hours, a secondary variable, was not a thing that he had found language adequate to carry. He said it once because saying it once was honest.
Saying it more would have required explaining it. The explanation was in the 47 moments. The moments are not available. Only the one sentence is. He made me feel small. Be water. Find the space. Move through the space the force is not occupying. That is all Bruce Lee ever did. That is all he ever needed to do. If you love Bruce Lee stories, subscribe.
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