Kobe lit it up again last night, with an unlikely assist from Luke Walton. An ugly, crazy mess of a game, as it often is this season, but not for lack of hustle and effort. At least we don’t have to hear about “the switch” these days. And then, about 3 minutes before an end that was still in play and Kobe goes thunder-dunk mode. Suddenly the Suns were fading fast in the rear-view mirror. The hand and wrist may be in pieces but the legs, remarkably, have been infused with flubber – 48 points and a nice hug from Shannon Brown at the end.
Andy Kamentzky from ESPN’s Land O’Lakers, examines the above-mentioned brotherly love that Kobe has for the high-fly act we once called ‘UPS’.
Mark Medina at the LA Times Lakers blog writes about Kobe defying the odds – he wants you to say he can’t do it anymore, he’s refusing to concede to injury.
Brian Kamentzky, Land O’Lakers, looks at it logically – expecting Kobe to provide like this for another 55 games, is suicide.
Dexter Fishmore at Silver Screen and Roll also considers Kobe’s basketball mortality, and tosses a bone to Luke Walton’s rise from the ashes.
Straying outside the Kobe/Luke storyline, ESPN’s J.A. Adande writes about the Lakers’ white factor and refers to my man Slava as Russian. Excuse me? Ukrainian!
Wins and losses feel different under Mike Brown compared to Phil Jackson. Nothing seems quite as cool, there’s not that languid nonchalance. Mike Brown doesn’t divine alchemy from a wood grain pattern under his feet. He paces and yells and dances in place. He obstructs the view of people who pay a lot of money for those floor seats. And, he hands out chances. Luke Walton got 25 minutes of burn last night – 6 pts, 8 boards, 3 dimes and a steal. When’s the last time that happened? Dig it Phil, your favorite son is back.
– Dave Murphy