When I was in Spain way back around 2007, we had a crazy team. Our coach made Hannibal look like Tinkerbell, we had two players who, over the course of the year I web M.D. diagnosed with bi-polar disorder (you're welcome), but also some great guys. Brad Oleson, from Fairbanks, Alaska, who now plays with Barcelona, Charles Ramsdall, Camilo Rivero etc etc.
So anyway, first day of training camp, in walks this baby-faced kid, with the shy smile and ridiculous jump shot. The first season in Europe is the hardest for any player, you are yet to make a name for yourself so you're constantly walking a tightrope while desperately trying to fit in. It's tough, and if you get through it you can point to your first season as a sort of coming of age year.
Chris didn't last long in Santiago. I talked to him here and there over the years, then one day this past fall I pick up the LA times and I read that some guy named Copeland scored 34 for the Knicks against the Celtics in the preseason. So.... this piece is an attempt to fill in the gaps, understand how an insecure kid no one had ever heard of went from there to here. While, in some small way, hoping to understand my own path. Enjoy.