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    Sports of The Times: How Did Kobe's M.J. Imitation Go Wrong?

    December 26, 2004
    By SELENA ROBERTS

    LOS ANGELES

    IN the latest of his serial attempts to rehab his manhood
    for Christmas, Kobe Bryant spun a few fancy doughnuts in
    the lane, at times careering into the belly of Shaquille
    O'Neal.

    Wasn't it softer before? As Hollywood's vanity experts at
    the Staples Center gazed at their beloved O'Neal yesterday,
    they must have wondered, what fad diet was he on?

    He has gone Kobe-free and looks good for it. So who says
    Bryant doesn't make other players better? It is warped this
    way, but it always is with Bryant, a player with phenomenal
    talent that is misapplied, a man with a wholesome appeal
    that has curdled.

    Christmas, like every day, was all about Bryant, and his
    need to prove he's the Man without understanding the
    responsibilities of adulthood. He got his - a whopping 42
    points - but the Lakers took the 104-102 overtime loss to
    O'Neal's Miami Heat on Bryant's watch. He was obsessive -
    shooting 30 times - but his 3-pointer cracked off the rim
    at the buzzer.

    "I wasn't worried about doing anything crazy or out of my
    team's character," O'Neal said after a solid 24 points and
    11 rebounds. "I would rather get a win every time."

    O'Neal's team finished without him as he watched overtime
    on the bench after fouling out. Bryant's team lost with him
    as his legs grew leaden once his adrenaline expired.

    O'Neal turned the game over to Dwyane Wade, a player he has
    mentored since he landed in Miami. Bryant turned the game
    over to Lakers extras, players left atrophied from watching
    their shooting star shoot until the last second. "I knew
    that it wasn't going to go in," O'Neal said of Bryant's
    final launch.

    Shaq should know. As a Laker, O'Neal was a witness to
    Bryant's implosion, a spectator to the deflation of the
    league's great hope.

    Bryant was once the N.B.A.'s alternative programming to its
    hip-hop players when he arrived as a pop star that the
    Volvo crowd could embrace. He had Eminem in his music file
    but projected Osmond. And while other players had
    strip-club punch cards, Kobe soon had a wife waiting for
    him at his Pacific Palisades mansion.

    He entered the league with an 1100 on his SAT and not one
    tattoo. If Allen Iverson appealed to the sneaker-buying
    urban youth on the street, Bryant played to the
    ticket-buying soccer dads in "The O.C."

    He was the great suburban icon as the son of a former
    N.B.A. journeyman from the upper-class outskirts of
    Philadelphia. He was worldly, but all ball, preferring
    Michael Jordan game tapes over PlayStation videogames.

    Wasn't he just like Mike? Before long, Bryant had the
    Madison Avenue smile and GQ style to go with his Cirque du
    Soleil court skills and championship rings. And, as it
    turns out, Bryant also channeled Jordan's scoundrel side
    behind the family image and his ruthlessness as a teammate.


    Bryant was exposed; Jordan was not. While the
    hype-come-true bash yesterday invited an inventory to
    detail Bryant's plunge to outcast, while he was cast as
    Kobe-nezer to Shaq-a-Claus, it was also a moment of
    reflection.

    Where did Bryant go wrong in his imitation of M. J.? It
    began somewhere in suburbia, with his needs indulged by a
    doting family, the ball always in his hands.

    Somehow, this sheltered existence left him arrested in
    development and devoid of street savvy. Bryant never
    learned the N.B.A. code: choose pole dancers over hotel
    clerks, teammates who make you better and discretion over
    snitching.

    For two years, Bryant has violated all of the above.
    Instead of abiding by the "keep it real" index of N.B.A.
    players, Bryant outed himself as a phony. The first sign of
    this developed when Bryant, a self-professed glowing father
    and husband, was accused of raping a concierge in Eagle,
    Colo.

    Instead of finding humility, Bryant responded with an odd
    mix of arrogance and insecurity. As if to boost his street
    cred, Bryant sat still for his first tattoo - which, even
    now, seems like a Cracker Jack press-on.

    Bryant's rite of passage didn't make him one of the fellas,
    though. Without showing any conscience, he parlayed his
    free-agent capital into a cudgel to run off Coach Phil
    Jackson and O'Neal.

    Still, many gave Bryant a pass on hypocrisy until he was
    publicly exposed as a tattler this year. All those seasons
    of ball hogging, and Bryant chose to dish dirt on his
    teammates.

    He whispered O'Neal's name into the ears of the police when
    cornered in Colorado as he ruminated on ways to pay off his
    accuser. And to think, Bryant never thought he needed Shaq.
    Then Bryant went to the news media to describe the juicy
    tidbits of how he said Karl Malone had hit on his wife,
    Vanessa. And yet Bryant's indignant tone had long lost its
    credibility.

    Jordan never divulged self-incriminating details, forever
    playing personal defense as the caretaker of his image. He
    was a great player and a high-stakes gambler, a fierce
    compe or and an insatiable flirt, a bully and a
    manipulator, but he understood the value of teammates,
    victories and discretion.

    Bryant's transparency is his weakness. You could almost see
    through him yesterday, peer right into his desperation to
    show up O'Neal. There he was, crashing into O'Neal - the
    Corvette versus the brick wall, as Shaq described it last
    week - trying to reclaim his image as an untouchable
    superstar, as the man of the moment, as the embraceable
    star he used to be.

    Bryant called the loss a "learning experience," handled a
    few more questions and politely left the podium. All that
    charm, and little appeal. All those points, and no victory
    for Kobe. In this odd way, it's Christmas every day in
    Laker Land.

    E-mail: [email protected]

    http://www.nytimes.com/2004/12/26/sp...0410e6776f0651

    Copyright 2004 The New York Times Company

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    I'm guessing it was somewhere along the lines of a violent sexual assault.

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    What's wrong with his M.J. imitation? He's well on his way to being as widely disliked as Michael Jackson. And if Vanessa catches him fooling around again, he'll have the voice down pat.

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    What's wrong with his M.J. imitation? He's well on his way to being as widely disliked as Michael Jackson. And if Vanessa catches him fooling around again, he'll have the voice down pat.

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