(From Marc Hansen the Des Moines Register)
You just knew there was going to be somebody in Iowa who went to school in Hawaii and played basketball with Barry Obama.
It was inevitable. This is the Brush With Greatness State, after all.
Kam Mahi is the director of information services at Graceland University in Lamoni. When the wind chill dips below zero, he sometimes wonders why he isn’t back in Hawaii.
Mahi’s father is from the islands. His mother is from Iowa. They met at Graceland. Born in Mount Ayr, Mahi moved to Honolulu with his family when he was 4.
He played on the Punahou high school basketball team with Obama, long before Obama dropped the nickname Barry and became the 44th president of the United States.
“It’s really surreal,” Mahi says. “I knew he’d be successful, but not this successful.”
When Mahi found out Barry Obama had become president of the Harvard Law Review, he wasn’t surprised. But seriously, who expects a high school chum to end up in the White House?
They played ball together until senior year, when the players were split into two units. Obama was a reserve on the team that won the state championship.
He didn’t enjoy being a reserve. It’s hard to shoot from the bench.
An ABC News report says he was called “Barry Obomber.” Mahi doesn’t remember that, but he can see why they would.
Defying the laws of nature, Barack Obama is somehow thinner than he was as Barry. He lost the Afro, too.
But some things haven’t changed: “He was a real bright guy with a lot of drive,” Mahi says. “A likable buddy.”
Mahi remembers Obama as a good student but not one of the elites, a charismatic kid who took part in numerous activities but was more interested in making hoops than grades.
Punahou is a big, prestigious private school teeming with overachievers. Steve Case, co-founder of America Online (AOL), might have been the most successful alumnus at one time, but not now.
“Barry was on scholarship,” Mahi says. “If you were on scholarship, you had to work on the campus. Punahou is more like a college prep school, so the schedule is set up with open periods between classes where you can study or whatever.”
The “Rat-Ballers,” as they called themselves, chose whatever, playing pickup basketball games for hours on end.
Obama thought he was headed for the pros. Even Mahi figured his teammate would continue dribbling somewhere after high school.
The dream might have ended in the state championship game when the Buffanblu (buff and blue colors, if that helps) won, 60-28, and Obama came off the bench to score two points.
As the story goes, Obama was a freelancer in a deliberate, carefully scripted offense – a jazz musician in a marching band – forever lobbying for more playing time.
When Obama noticed his old coach at a campaign stop, it was confession time. He admitted he might have overestimated his ability.
Mahi laughs and says, “We all thought we were better than we probably were.”
Mahi calls himself an independent who votes for the person, not the party. He heard the birth certificate speculation during the campaign and the “palling around with terrorists” accusations.
“To anyone who knows Barry,” he says, “it seemed fairly ridiculous.”
While some people say sports builds character, Mahi seems more a graduate of the sports-reveals-character school.
“We lived on opposite sides of the island,” he says, “but I knew him pretty well. We were raised in similar settings. He came from a hard-working ethic where you do things right and live by the golden rule.”
Mahi hasn’t talked to Barack Obama in a few years but he chatted with Michelle Obama when she spoke to a group at Graceland.
“She knew who I was,” he says, “which really surprised me.”
Mahi and Barry Obama are in that Punahou Buffanblu team picture that pops up now and then on TV. Mahi is No. 14.
“I’m the one Barry’s resting his elbow on,” he says, proving that every now and then “brush with greatness” is more than a dopey metaphor.





