Chris Kaman, the
Los Angeles Clippers' center, draws a map of the route to his South Bay house
that is oddly to scale, the squiggles on the notebook paper replicating those
of the Pacific Coast Highway. "That was a good map," he'll say later.
But the most remarkable thing about his sketch--and you don't notice it until
you're checking it for signposts en route--is that he didn't simply indicate a
traffic signal at the corner of PCH and Torrance Boulevard. He actually drew
the light standard, a row of three blinking bulbs.
Such unexpected flourishes of personality and filigrees of behavior have more
or less defined Kaman since the Clippers made him the sixth pick in the 2003
NBA draft out of Central Michigan. Because, really, nothing else can. If we
tried otherwise: He's 7 feet and 260 pounds, can move like a deer, has an
unfortunate haircut ("Hairstyle," he corrects), loves to shoot things
(often from rooftops) and is likely to send lip-flapping teammate Sam Cassell
to the moon one of these days. But after Kaman established himself by averaging
nearly a double double (11.9 points and 9.6 rebounds) last season--prompting
notoriously tight-fisted owner Donald Sterling to sign him to a five-year, $52
million extension--there is more urgency to describe him. Especially now that
the Clippers, who won their first playoff series in 30 years last May, have
become a meaningful franchise, competing with the Lakers for fans and
acclaim.
Despite all that,
most attempts to sum up Kaman return to the word flake. "Well, he is a
flake," says his coach, Mike Dunleavy. Kaman is totally transparent,
without guile or agenda. He says whatever is on his mind and does whatever he
wants. To visit him in the master bedroom of his house, where five leather
recliners and a plasma TV wait for him and his entourage--which includes his
brother, Mike, and three childhood friends--is to go on a kind of play date.
"Do you want to see my knife collection?" he asks at one point.
"Here are my remote-control cars. Do you want to see my closet?" (It's
filled with 1,600 DVDs and his replica Rambo III knife.) But to be childlike in
the NBA is to be misunderstood (unless you're Shaq). So when Kaman explains
that the bobblehead in his locker of teammate Elton Brand will be used for
target practice, he raises some concern.
"I might take
a box of them back to Michigan," he says, looking ahead to the off-season,
when he plans to hole up in the carriage house on the property that he bought
in 2004 for his parents, Leroy and Pam. "I don't know if I could actually
shoot an ear off. But can you imagine them all in a row, bobbing on those
little springs?" As long as you're not Brand, it does sound fun.
There has been a
tendency to explain Kaman's quirks in terms of his
attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder. In a predraft workout three years ago
Dunleavy was annoyed when Kaman didn't respond to instructions. "Did I miss
on this kid?" he wondered. Then, after balling up his jacket and shucking
his shoes, Dunleavy went onto the court and showed him post moves--and Kaman
responded. "He's not the only kid on this team with problems focusing,"
says L.A. assistant coach Kim Hughes.
By the time her
son was 18 months old, Pam says, "I knew something was different. He was
constantly moving, always out of control." At 2 1/2 Chris started taking
Ritalin for his ADHD, and when he reached kindergarten, he began attending
Tri-unity Christian, a small, private school in Wyoming, Mich., at which he got
individual attention and extra nurturing. But he still had zilch impulse
control and a lot of ingenuity. "We lost a lot of babysitters," Pam
says.
She reluctantly
confesses that at one point she told her pastor that she couldn't handle Chris
and might have to place him for adoption. It might have been after the toddler
whacked his sleeping father with his Etch-a-Sketch, bloodying his nose. Or
after the four-year-old locked his babysitter out of the house and began
cooking a pot of Pringles and ketchup. "Maybe it was after he pulled the
shingles off the neighbor's roof," she says. "I just don't
remember."
Kaman was both an
indifferent student and an unlikely basketball prospect at Tri-unity Christian.
He sprouted from 6'3" as a freshman to 6'11" as junior, but he was so
skinny that few major colleges were interested in him. He stopped taking his
medication for good at age 17 and believes that helped him pack on 18 pounds.
Prodded by his coach, Mark Keeler, Kaman buckled down in the classroom and
surprised even himself. "I got an A in algebra," he says, which helped
improve his grade point average from a 1.6 to a 2.6. "I said, 'How am I
understanding this stuff?'"
As a senior Kaman
set school records for rebounds (24) and blocks (15) in a game, taking his team
to a 24--2 record and the state quarterfinals. Even so, Central Michigan was
the only Division I school to come calling--and that was only because then
Chippewas coach Jay Smith's car dealer had alerted him to this string bean with
leaping ability. "Chris had a bad rap," says Smith, "but I found
that he listened, excitable as he was. And the more he gets accustomed to
things, the better he gets."
During Kaman's
junior year in Mount Pleasant he lit up Michigan for 30 points and led his team
into the second round of the NCAA tournament. Smith enjoyed the fruits of
Kaman's progress--he was voted the Mid-American Conference coach of the year
twice while Kaman played for him--but he mostly enjoyed Kaman. One time Smith
swung by the Kaman house in Grand Rapids and found Chris on the roof, firing a
BB gun into the garage. ("Don't worry," Kaman told his coach.
"We're selling the house.") After Duke blew out Central Michigan 86--60
in the second round of the 2003 NCAA tournament, despite Kaman's 25 points and
10 rebounds, the Chippewas moped all the way back from Salt Lake City. When the
bus from the airport finally arrived on campus at 3 a.m., "there was Chris,
unloading the bags, pulling everybody's luggage out," says Smith.
As a Clipper,
Kaman is nothing if not a team player, getting out of the way for Brand and
Cassell and, in the case of the team's 6--2 start at week's end, getting out of
the way altogether. Against smaller teams like the Phoenix Suns, he has been
less of a factor, as Dunleavy has chosen to go small. "It's a long season,
though," says Kaman, unworried (if disappointed) by his meager 7.3 points
and 5.8 boards a game.