Kool ain't my cup a tea.
Kool is dead on here. And I'll tell you another thing, Magic Johnson learned the lessons that Kool speaks to here, learned those lessons in the Summer of '84 and took that education and absolved us all a year later. The kids here don't know the true origins of these lessons, thank Christ.
Magic was willing to go to places that West and Wilt, Worthy and Kareem had not, would not, could not. Places that Kool, like Magic is willing to go to. And to where Cubby and Kool's other Lakers Bros. are not. No Laker before Magic had learned those lessons, and no Laker before had the resolve that Magic had, or, Kool displays above. Kool's "we" is just as accurate as each of his Lakers Brothers have been in their insistence on their right to "we" the last 48 hours. Our "we" though is the gentle "we"---the Laker way. Magic made it so for us. Without Magic's willingness, his insistence to do the blood work as Kool demands here, we'd still be in the dark ages with Jerry West, wringing his hands, walking the floors incessantly---mumbling "why me, why us?" in a goddamn mantra, a mantra all too familiar to this Laker Brother.
It's uncomfortable finding Kool here this morning with these words, the condemnation of Ln, and his indictment of our (his Lakers Brothers) weaknesses. Will I now forsake the rocking chair, align shoulder-to-shoulder with Kool and get to the blood work?
No, I won't. I'm not Magic Johnson. And I'm not Kool.