Is it okay to say I hate Kobe Bryant?
Yeah, yeah, I guess that makes me a “playa hata” and all that shit, and I realize he’s talented, blah blah blah fucking blah, but I just can’t stand the sight of him. It started for me back when he was drafted in 1996 when he flat-out refused to play for anyone but the Lakers. He was an 18-year-old who didn’t even make the starting five, and he still told the Charlotte Hornets to go fuck themselves, even though he was only the 13th pick. And I’ve always loathed the Lakers, probably for the same reason it was the only place he’d go.
The basketball Zen master Phil Jackson called him “uncoachable” in his book, which makes sense, because the essence of Buddhism is a loss of ego, clearly something that would be impossible for someone with Bryant’s weltanschauung. It seemed to me the rape case was inevitable, as was Kobe’s attacking the accuser’s mental state and painting her as a giant whore.
But the worst is obvious – he has a big thing for Dook. Sometimes he looks skyward, reflectively, and wonders what he’d “look like in a Duke uniform”. Seriously, besides a few silky jumpers, can someone please explain the allure?
(UPDATE: more from King Kaufman on Salon)