The first time I meet Isaac Go is on a dim Tuesday afternoon, a little bit after the passing of a rainstorm so strong it could make any bonfire fizzle out. But the rain lets up and Isaac comes to the place where I asked we could meet, his frame broad, his demeanor easygoing. He tells me he came from a lunch with an old friend, and how they talked about how much has changed in the past few years, and it occurs to me — what with the impending end of 2017 biting at the ankles of last-minute Christmas shoppers all over the city — how easy it is to metaphorize Isaac’s championship-winning clutch shot. But we’ll get to that later.
I ask him, what has changed in the past few years? Isaac marvels, about how there exist people who don’t know what VHS and cassette tapes are, and about how much basketball has changed over the years, how “the three-point line has been revolutionized,” how much faster everything is. “I’m not supposed to say this, I feel old! [But] I can’t say that ‘cause I’m 21!”
Can’t blame the guy for feeling like an old soul, though. Isaac has been playing for about 12 years (that’s more than half his life), some of that time as the eager (and kinda coerced) bunso shooting hoops with an encouraging older brother, and many years on the high school team as a bench warmer. Before all that, he wasn’t even super into the game. “[My parents] just saw sports as a reason for me to get out of the house,” he says.