Raging Bull

It's amazing what good spirits my family is in -- maybe it is our way of dealing with what's going on, but I'm extremely proud of them. We're laughing and we're reminiscing, and maybe next Chinese New Year, we'll have plenty to remember about this time.

Today, for the first time since Sunday, Kongkong has shown some kind of response despite remaining in low consciousness and slipping in and out of a coma. My cousins Hui Yee and Hui Ling held his hand and talked to him and he gripped their hands again and again and stroked their hands with a finger. My mom said that he looks great -- if he wasn't hooked up to pumps and machines, you wouldn't think there was anything wrong with him. That is to say, Kongkong is always a wireless kinda guy.

So, who knows. Last year he turned a touch-and-go massive heart attack into a year-long return to normalcy; what will he do with a massive stroke? A comeback would be considered miraculous, but there's always room for more than one Kirk Gibson moment in every lifetime, and he has always been prone to dramatics, doing everything on a grand scale. (It took four paramedics and my dad to get him into the ambulance after Friday's collapse.)

I wish Kongkong could be bench coach for the Cubs.