from Slam magazine article by Tzvi Twersky
When Greivis Vasquez emerged out of Washington, DC-area’s Reagan National Airport on September 25, 2004, the teenage native of Caracas, Venezuela, did not know what sort of greeting to expect. He knew why he had left his homeland on his mother’s birthday: to finish high school at basketball powerhouse Montrose Christian in Rockville, MD. He knew how hard that was to make happen; initially, his request for an I-20 visa, which allows foreign students to study in the US, was declined. But he had not envisioned the actual moment of his arrival. Nor could he have.
“The first thing I said to him,” says David Adkins, “was, ‘You’re not effing 6-8!’” Now a member of the Lady Terps’ staff at the University of Maryland, Adkins was then an assistant under Montrose’s head coach Stu Vetter. He was also the man responsible for handling Vasquez’ recruitment—a DI coach made the initial recommendation, and Masai Ujiri, a vaunted scout and the current GM of the Denver Nuggets, seconded it—and on that day, in charge of picking the smaller-than-advertised guard up.
The duo proceeded to laugh, hesitantly and harmoniously, for very different reasons. Adkins, a long-time coach who had dealt with international players before, assumed the player stepping off the tarmac wouldn’t be a 6-8 forward, even if his scouting report said so. As for Vasquez, he laughed out of a nervousness that only a stranger in a strange land for the first time could feel. He laughed because, well, that was really the only way for the two to communicate.
“He thought I was going to be 6-8, and I was 6-3 and skinnier than I am now,” Vasquez says. “And I couldn’t understand anything else.”
After they loaded up Adkins’ late model white Range Rover, where they were joined by a Spanish-speaking woman who worked at Montrose and rode along to help translate, they shifted into gear and embarked on Vasquez’s new life. The first stop would serve the wide-eyed Vasquez—who barely spoke any English—a small taste of Americana, and would reassure Adkins, who spoke even less Spanish, that, no matter his size, Montrose had recruited the right guy.
“I would’ve taken him anywhere, but he wanted to go to McDonald’s,” Adkins remembers, fondly. “This is mid-afternoon, and we sit down to eat. He took a bite, maybe two, then he looks at me and says, ‘When do we train?’ I’m like, ‘OK.’ We usually give a guy a day to settle in before we see what he has, but we went right to the gym and worked out and he’s been working out ever since.”
When he confirms Adkins’ recollection of that day, it’s March 20, 2013, nearly nine years after he first touched down in DC, and Vasquez, now a full-grown 6-6 point guard who commands the English language like he does his play on the court, couldn’t be further from the Golden Arches. Dressed in a loud, light-colored sports coat and dark skinny tie that brings a Kobe Bryant ensemble to mind, the 26-year-old is folded into a booth at Root, an opulent restaurant with a menu that could confuse a fifth-generation American, in New Orleans’ Warehouse District. His toddler, Greivis Jr, who attends nearly every Hornets home game, runs around the otherwise adults-only establishment in childish delight. At the table in front of Vasquez sits an intermezzo sorbet, to cleanse his palate, and a medium-well steak is on the way, complete with housemade ketchup and strawberry mustard.
Less than an hour before sitting down for this gourmet dinner, Vasquez was on the court at New Orleans Arena when a flu-ish Anthony Davis tipped in a walk-off winner against the Boston Celtics. The 87-86 W ticked the Hornets record up to a meager 23-46, but it brought a fired-up Tom Benson, the owner of the Hornets and NFL Saints, down to the locker room for an impromptu celebratory speech. Benson, who purchased the team from the NBA last year, exuberantly expressed excitement about what he perceives as the now-Pelicans bright future. While Vasquez isn’t especially pleased with his performance—13 points, 7 rebounds, 6 assists, as compared to his season averages of 14.1, 4.4 and 9.2—he considers himself an integral part of Benson’s long-term plans in New Orleans, and “loves” the owner’s passion.
The game is behind Greivis now though, at least until he cues up a tape of it tomorrow. At the moment, as the thimble-thin Vasquez slowly operates on his steak, he’s content to regale a guest with tales of a childhood spent on the often unfriendly and unsafe streets of Caracas; tales of a childhood that would shock most of his teammates; tales of a childhood that cultivated a man and culminated in the fulfillment of that man’s dreams.
Up until 2010, Venezuela had produced two NBA players, Oscar Torres, who played a total of 82 games over the span of two seasons in the early Aughts, and Carl Herrera, who won two NBA titles with the Houston Rockets in the ’90s. Otherwise, baseball was and is the pastime. When he was about 7, Greivis—whose unique first name is a mashup of Gregario, his father’s name, and Ivis, his mother’s—did his national duty and joined a local baseball league. But by the time he was 9, the antsy centerfielder realized he was ready to try another, faster-paced sport.
“When you play little league, ain’t nobody hitting it in centerfield,” says Vasquez, “so I was always bored.”
At the same time, whether by luck or by some prescient fatherly instinct, Gregario had begun taking Greivis to see Cocodrilos de Caracas, the local professional basketball team, play. The younger Vasquez was immediately smitten by the up-and-down, non-stop nature of the action. Before going home after games, while his father would unwind with homies, Greivis would reenact what he had just seen take place on the hardwood. By the time he was 11, his dad signed him up for a local team, and his mom, who was by then separated from his father, let him put up a miniature basket on the back of his door in their two-room apartment.
“See how I have a little space between my two teeth up front?” points out Vasquez. “I used to play one-on-one in the basket in my room with my older brother. One time he was going to take a shower, and he told me not to play there by myself. But I did, and I thought I was Michael Jordan and went up for a dunk and the net got mixed up with my teeth. I lost a permanent tooth—since then my parents spent so much money taking me to the dentist [laughs].”
Vasquez didn’t really have a special knack for basketball, but at 13 years old, he didn’t care. He wasn’t playing with the hopes of becoming a pro; he was playing, often until 2 a.m. or his dad got mad, out of pure love of the game.
Says Monty Williams, the Hornets’ head coach, “Most of the guys from overseas, especially South Americans, they have that. I was with Manu Ginobili in San Antonio and just watching him, he and Greivis have some of the same mannerisms when it comes to the game. Those guys will play any time, anywhere—they just like playing basketball. In the rec center, on the weekends, streetball—they’ll just go play.”
The truth is, if at any point Vasquez didn’t feel a certain way about basketball, he would’ve given it up. After all, it would’ve made his childhood easier.
“Basketball was only in the hood,” says Vasquez. Consider for a second that “the hood” in Caracas, a city where more than 100 police officers alone were killed in 2012, can make the streets of inner-city Chicago look like an idyllic suburb. “I would tell my mom I was playing at this arena where the pro team used to play, in order for her to let me play, and I would go to the hood, Pinto Salinas, to play against the best players out there.”
Vasquez wasn’t just at risk while he was in a variety of impoverished neighborhoods working on his game. On his way to a 6 p.m. practice every day—the route required him to walk 12 blocks to the nearest Metro station where he would then ride a bus—he had to traverse a minefield of muggers and murderers to merely get to the gym. As Vasquez, a devout Christian, tells it, the fact that he never met any real harm is thanks to an act of Divine providence—and a whole lot of sprinting.
“At nighttime, when I would be going from the Metro station to my house, I’d be running,” says Vasquez. “I never walked anywhere. I used to run all those blocks and get home sweaty. A couple times I was on the bus when a thief came on with a gun and stole stuff, cell phones, money. But I was a young kid, so I never had anything.”
Not content with offering up generalizations of the distances he’d go for basketball, Vasquez provides another example. When Greivis was a teenager, he went to school in the San Martin section of Caracas, which is located right down the way from Guarataro, one of the roughest areas in the tougher-than-teflon city. One day, some of his friends who lived there challenged him to stay and play. When Vasquez hesitated, they started questioning his manhood.
“I was afraid—there were people with guns out watching us play—but I’ll play anywhere,” says Vasquez. “Once I stepped on that court, they said, ‘Who is that white boy? He can play!’ I gained respect in that hood, not only for coming to play but playing well.”
Fear, or lack thereof, served Vasquez well when he came to America. It’s why he felt comfortable playing in any environment while making a name for himself at Montrose.
“That Caracas toughness was part of why he never felt entitled,” says Adkins, who worked diligently with the teenager he called “Flashy Freddy” on fixing his jumper and knowledge of the fundamentals in their time together at Montrose. “He would fight [in drills] ’til he couldn’t breathe. His work ethic was insatiable. And then he had the flair.”
“He has no fear,” says Stu Vetter. During Vasquez’ two-year stay at Montrose, which ultimately culminated in a full scholarship to Maryland, Vetter developed a father-son relationship with him. To this day, Vetter keeps a room for Vasquez in his house. “He doesn’t fear anyone, and he accepts challenges. And he’ll work as hard as he wants to to get to where he wants to be.”
Even though Montrose boasts a great basketball program, it’s not Maryland and it’s not in the ACC. But the leap in nightly competition for the lightly recruited guard only helped serve as a reminder of how far he’d already come. “Why wasn’t I afraid in college?” asks Vasquez, who made Second-Team All-American as a senior. “I’ve seen mufuckers getting killed, people stealing stuff back home. That’s tough. Seeing that, it ain’t nothing playing at Duke.”
It’s that borderline irreverent attitude when it comes to the game—what some in Nola describe as a cocky humbleness—that helped Vasquez, as Vetter terms it, “bring energy for four years that has not been duplicated. It’s also that attitude that, after spending most of his rookie year on the pine after being drafted 28th overall by the Memphis Grizzlies in the ’10 Draft, allowed Vasquez to slide seamlessly into Playoff action against the San Antonio Spurs and Oklahoma City Thunder.
“I watched him in the Playoffs when he was with Memphis, and I saw a kid who wasn’t afraid of the moment,” says Williams, the youngest head coach in the NBA when the Hornets hired him in June of 2010, nearly 18 months before they traded Quincy Pondexter for Vasquez. “He just had a reckless abandon about him, a belief in himself that was pretty contagious.”
Last season, in his first campaign as a Hornet, Vasquez showed strides, improving his averages across the board while splitting time at the 1 with Jarrett Jack. This season, with Jack gone, GV led the League in total assists and has earned praise from Chris Paul for his play. So, toughness aside, what’s the Venezuelan hero’s key to success? Ironically enough, it’s his height.
“When he’s around the basket, he can get shots off that most guys can’t,” says Williams. “He’s real crafty about getting you on his hip, and once he gets you on his hip he can finish with the best of ’em as a point guard. He’s not Rod Strickland or Tony Parker, but there aren’t many big guards that can play the way Greivis plays around the basket.”
Says Vasquez, “A guy like Russell Westbrook is 50 to 70 percent more athletic than myself so he can do things I’m not gonna be able to do. But I can do things he’s not able to do. I’m not afraid of any other point guard.”