Dear Kobe,
I’ve been your biggest fan since a teen on the benches. Not because of championships, even though those were cool. Not because you play for the most popular team, even though I love the Lake show. Not even because you made a horrible rap cd in Italian and somehow got the public to forgive you for it. I’ve been your biggest fan because of your killer instinct.
See me and you both thrive off adversity. We love to be loved, but love it even more when we’re hated. We love to be told that we can’t do something. We enjoy being taunted. It’s what makes us work while the next man sleeps.
Remember when Ray Allen dissed you in the papers and you did this to him?
So when Shaq did this to you over the summer, I laughed. I laughed because I knew one day he would have to face your wrath and it wouldn’t be pretty.
I know we are both on a crusade to remain positive and be more friendly..it’s the Obama thing to do. But sometimes Mr.Bryant there’s just somethings you can’t let slide. Especially not from ex-teammates that you carried for so long.
Tonight against Phoenix, just for one night…please go back to your old self and shoot 80 shots. Score 100 points. Let the media get angry at you if they want. You won’t lose any real fans.
Sincerely,
Phella
