I only have two facial expressions … Smiling Kobe and Intense Kobe.
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).
JJ Barea billboard in Puerto Rico: “Only my ribs hurt, but for Kobe, it’s his ego”.
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.
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.
In tribute to Lamar Odom, who won Sixth Man of the Year today. RIP FanHouse.
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