I just watched the Kobe doc made by Spike Lee. Essentially, it's a game recorded from beginning to end focusing on Kobe Bryant. I enjoyed it and thought it gave great insight into the life of Kobe and preparation NBA players go through. Despite Kobe's past (rape charge) he is able to portray a strong family image. Whether he's a good dad or not I can't know for sure, but I think he is. Also I never knew Sasha spoke Italian too. How cool is it that Kobe jokes around with him and Pau in Italian on the bench.
Anyway check out the doc if you have time, I watched it on youtube since I was camping Saturday when it aired on ESPN.
Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Kobe: Doin' Work
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Lakers Have the Best Record Once Again
In celebration of this wonderful moment I wanted to once again post some Celtics look-a-likes.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Lakers are 5-0!
Anybody following the NBA this year knows that the Lakers are going to prove something. Kobe will prove once and for all that he is heir to MJ, Pau will prove that given the right atmosphere he can be a premier player in the NBA, and Bynum will prove that he was indeed worth more than Jason Kidd. It will be a break-out year for Jordan Farmar, who will not only take Fisher's starting spot, but also be this years Jose Calderon in fantasy league. All this will be great, but the best feeling of all will be when we're drinking champagne at the end of the finals, giving Shaq something to rap about. Once again, it's feeling pretty good to be a Laker fan!
Friday, October 3, 2008
This Year is OUR Year!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Crazy Hits by former BYU KICKER!
We were studying impulse in my biomechanics class and for fun my professor showed a clip from 2004 when BYU's kicker Matt Payne rocked Boise State's return man twice. You gotta see this!!
That was the Kicker, the KICKER!?!! Awesome!
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Update on the Lakers...
So a while back I posted about how the Jazz fans were classless so on and so forth, well time gave a very happy ending to that story. The basketball gods and karma brought the Jazz into Los Angeles in the second round of the playoffs and the Lakers settled the score. Have a nice off-season Utah.
I just watched the first game of the finals. Lakers v. Celtics.... hmmm, that sounds familiar. Celtics took game one, expected, but still disappointing. Kobe wasn't sharp for some reason, he'll be ready for game two though, he's too competitive and proud to have another off night in the finals. Although his shooting was off, I still liked the pick-and-roll play in the 2nd quarter. The Lakers showed signs that they will put up a huge fight for the championship, it'll be a fun series.
I like to make fun of teams based on their looks. I always call Utah the ugliest team in basketball (Boozer, Williams, Kirilenko, etc, etc i mean come on) BUT, Boston showed me today that they have the ugliest players in the one spot. Sam Cassell as everyone knows is Golem, but Rondo also has very odd physical features. He resembles (to me at least Gizmo from Gremlins). I know this isn't nice, but check it out:
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
To All You Jazz Fans
ok, so earlier this season my little brother gave me Jazz tickets for my birthday to see them play my Lakers.
I want to add here that prior to this game I was impartial towards the Jazz and if anything felt empathy towards them for their struggles during the Bulls dynasty.
As many of you know, my boy Derek Fisher played for the Jazz last year, not only did he play but i seem to remember him coming back from his baby girl's surgery in the 3rd quarter of a playoff game to hit the game winning three. He asked to be released from his contract because he needed better health care for this same daughter who has cancer. The Jazz were more than willing to accommodate Derek's request. So Derek came to the Los Angeles where that health care could be provided.
So back to the game i attended. What do the Jazz fans do when Derek Fisher is introduced as a starter?? They BOO him without remorse. Where's the class Utah? That's really all I have to say is where is the class? That display was an embarrassment to the sport. Hopefully the Lakers beatdown tonight sent a message to all the ignorant Jazz fans that night who showed bad sportsmanship at its worse.
Kobe for MVP!
Here's a follow-up to this post...
from the ESPN analysis of the game:
'Fisher spent last season with the Jazz before asking out of his contract for family reasons. He was booed loudly when the Lakers played here in November.
Bryant said the Lakers hadn't forgotten the way Fisher was received last time.
"Derek's the type of guy that's not going to say anything, but I'll say it for him. He took it personally tonight and we wanted to send a message," Bryant said.'
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Why Kobe Bryant inspires me...
By John Celestand
Nov. 10, 2005
In the fall of 1996, my roommate at Villanova, Howard Brown, and I shared a laugh. A skinny bald-headed high school kid, who was a star at the school around the corner, sat in our locker room and told us he probably wouldn’t come to Villanova. The “cocky” kid told us he would probably just skip college altogether. Instead, he would just go straight to the NBA.
We laughed that night back in our dormitory. We took turns asking each other, “Who does this kid think he is? What is he smoking?” We even tuned in the television to laugh at the kid as he gave a lackluster performance in the McDonald’s All-American game later that winter.
That kid was Kobe Bryant and now I wonder what the hell were we laughing at.
Maybe we were laughing at the fact he would play his high school playoff games in our gym and sell it out -- when sometimes we couldn’t. Maybe we were laughing at the fact he would show up on our campus at the parties we threw -- and some people thought he was the host.
One thing is for sure: Kobe Bryant believed he was Superman. He believed he could accomplish anything. This is the basic belief of many successful professional athletes. The great ones, however, seem to have a deeper and profound belief in themselves. A belief that can propel them to higher elevations that other surrounding believers never reach.
I would join the “kid” on the Lakers in 1999 when I was drafted as the No. 30 overall pick by the organization. I had followed Kobe on television for three years prior to joining the team. But TV could not illustrate how Kobe made himself. Only viewing him in person, right there in the practice facility in El Segundo, could a person get an accurate gauge. There was a reason for his greatness. There was a reason for his cockiness. Kobe prepared, he worked, he prepared and he worked again.
The first time I began to understand why he was the best was in the pre-season. In a game against the Wizards, Kobe broke the wrist on his shooting hand. He was always the first person to practice every day, arriving at least an hour and a half early. This would infuriate me because I wanted to be the first person to practice, just as I had always been at Villanova and Piscataway High in New Jersey. To add insult to injury, I lived only 10 minutes from the practice facility -- while Kobe was at least 35 minutes away.
I am ashamed to say that I was excited the day after his injury because I knew that there was no way that No. 8 (as former Laker point guard Tyronn Lue called him) would be the first to practice, if he would even be there at all.
As I walked through the training room, I became stricken with fear when I heard a ball bouncing. No, no, it couldn’t be! Yes it could. Kobe was already in a full sweat with a cast on his right arm and dribbling and shooting with his left.
As the next couple of days of practice passed, I would glance over as Phil Jackson was talking and see Kobe on the side going full speed and pulling up with his left. He was a conducting an all-out practice with himself. Lakers trainer Gary Viti, had to come in and tell Kobe to take a rest. But when Viti left, Kobe was at it again.
One day I was shooting on a side basket -- on the court that Kobe had made his own practice spot. He challenged me.
“Cele, let’s shoot," he said. "Wanna play H-O-R-S-E?”
I laughed at him. I was actually insulted that he would challenge me, a pro, to a game of horse with his left hand. After he insisted, I figured I would just whip him and prove to him that he wasn’t Superman. He couldn’t do everything.
He made shot after shot after shot. I was beginning to feel more pressure as I got each letter. First H, then O, then R, then S. I couldn’t let this man beat me with a broken shooting hand. My gosh, he was shooting threes with his left. I finally made a deep three and the stars aligned and Kobe missed. I had escaped the most embarrassing moment of my basketball life. When he missed he was infuriated.
“Come on Cele, let’s play again,” Kobe insisted
He really thought he could win and he almost did. He really thought he was Superman. He really thought I would put myself in another situation to lose all of my dignity. I laughed at him again
“Maybe later,” I replied.
When Kobe's wrist healed and he came back during the regular season, he again proved to me that he believed he could do anything. During his first game back, Kobe drove left and pulled up for a jumper. It was an airball. He shot it with his left. The result didn’t matter. The fact he attempted the shot astounded me. In an NBA game in front of thousands, the man shot a left-handed jumper. He believed it would go in. He really believed.
Today, five years later, nothing I see from or about No. 8 surprises me. It didn’t surprise me that he thought he could win without Shaquille O'Neal. It didn’t surprise me that he didn’t succeed. It won’t surprise if he comes back and succeeds this year. It didn’t surprise me that he could go to Colorado, sit in court, fly to Denver and drop game-winning shot all on the same day. It doesn’t surprise me that Kobe is averaging 36.5 points per game. It won’t surprise me if he leads the league in scoring.
I called my old roommate, Howard Brown, long distance over in Spain where he is playing professionally. We talked about life, we talked about old times. We talked about Kobe leading the league in scoring.
We both agreed Kobe’s game is no joke and we ain’t laughing no more.
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