My guide soon returned with one of the North Korean players. We both stared at each other for about 3 seconds, and to break the silence, I said, “Hey, man, what’s up?” I don’t think he knew whether to laugh, smile, or run. He definitely seemed nervous. I mean, I have never met a North Korean and I’m more than sure he had never met an American either, especially one that looked like me. I was pretty sure he had never met someone like me before, although he may have had the chance to see Dennis Rodman on television. I shook his hand and said, “Practice, practice, thank you!” while making gestures with my hands and racket so that he could understand because he spoke zero English.