I only have two facial expressions … Smiling Kobe and Intense Kobe.
Kobe Bryant, from Mike Sager’s 2007 Esquire feature on him. Kobe also opines that not training dogs should be a crime, like child abuse. I rediscovered this in Best American Sports Writing 2008. Will such a volume even be able to exist for 2011? Or will it be replaced by a monopoly venture?
Kareem, in a picture I wanted to post even if I’m left with nothing to say about him (other than, DON’T TAKE OFFICIAL TRIPS TO ISRAEL).
Maybe we shouldn’t see Phil as thwarted, or denied gratification, but for once free to be just another coach. The Lakers got their asses whupped, he admitted as much, and now it’s time to move on. Sometimes, things just don’t work out like we think they should, and in that there is resignation, banality and beauty. The dime-store Buddha would certainly understand.
At GQ.com, I try and make sense of Phil Jackson’s empty last game.
Dirk’s shambolic anti-athleticism is central to his offensive effectiveness: half his trips to the free-throw line seem to result from defenders who are used to high speed chases with Jaguars failing to account for the strange trajectories of this earthbound Volkswagen.
Roth, making up for lost time with Dirk Nowitzki over at GQ.com.
In tribute to Lamar Odom, who won Sixth Man of the Year today. RIP FanHouse.