Letter to Kobe bean Bryant

Dear Kobe Bean Bryant aka Black Mamba aka Triple Ocho,

This is one of your biggest fans, DP aka double-cinco. My number on my high school team is 55 out of respect to the whit hot eboy, Jason Williams, but who gives a damn about him right now? White Chocalate who? Anyway I have a deep, I mean fucking deep as the first tatoo man crush I just cannot hide form you anymore. By no means am I on the other side of the mountain or a coco for coco puffs, I just admire every fucking aspect of your flawless game. From the way you drive relentlessy to the hole, the improved passing you have displayed, the way you kick your leg out when you fade on a futile defender, and your hawk-like killer instinct amaze the dog shit out of me. You are the greatest. period. You have inspired me to right the first meaningful piece of my summer blog, Mamba. I know the haters are on your back like you are on white women but I truly don't give a damn. FTH. They don't understand your excellence on the court. They don't understand that you lead your team from a 17 point defect in game 5 of the WCF against the nursery home known as the spurs. When your team was broke from the field, when Lamar was being Lamar and Pau was acting like Paula Abdul, you stepped up tremendously. You constantly creamed your boy Bowen with jumpshot after jumpshot. Hell, Tim Duncan couldn't even mess with your J-work. You where wetter than a bust-it baby, and all of my bust-it babies are.....let us not get into that and back to you. But all the point in the world doesn't keep me infatuated with you Kobe. No, No, No, I don't care about that shit. It is the leader that you have become and your will to win that makes me want to cry. I'm not going to front, sometimes you let me down big time. See 2004, COLORADO OR 2006 GAME 7 AGAINST THE SUNS. But you always find a way to slither your way back into my heart. You are one sneaky mothafucker and you know it. This year you have been just the consummate teammate, making your teammates better and believing in them has really boosted their swagger and confidence. Look at Jordan Farmar and Sasha for example. Last year they didn't even make the bench look admirable. But this year with hard ass off-season work and you pushing them to their limits, they are the future. Especially that big eared Farmar. I usually don't care for UCLA point guards but he is the future. BY THE WAY, FUCK YOU DARREN COLLISON. Kobe you have just played with a look in your eye that just hypnotizes me man. I KNOW FOR A FUCKING FACT THAT YOU ARE BETTER THAN MJ AND I AM WILLING TO DEBATE ANY MAN OR WOMAN ON MY STATEMENT AND NOBODY CAN'T TELL MY STUBBORN ASS NOTHING. I just look at what you accomplished tonight-39 points(26 in the second half) 3 assist(not great but you dominated the game) and most of all, a trip back to the NBA Finals. My heart extracted from its' chambers when I saw that you beat the granny panty spurs. Most importantly, you proved you could get to a Finals without the BIG SHAQ DADDY. He is a bitch to me now and his fat ass is sitting at home right now having a good time with himself watching porn and drinking vitamin water. I mean the man's wife did leave him so what other resort does he have? You know Shaq is hating right now but so is every other human being on the planet earth. Some people's basketball live focus on hating you because you are the greatest. But you know what? FUCK THEM! You proved the spectators wrong and you are in the Promise Land. Only four games left and you get to go to Disney Land. K just want you to know Kobe Bean Bryant that no matter what occurs in the Finals, you are the man of the hour and of the year IMO. period. and after seeing one of your greatest performances ever...I am convinced you are better than Micheal Jefferey Jordan. period. Don't let me down Kobe. I know you won't. play wit it.

Double-cinco out.

Play wit it Points 4 Yo Thursday

• If I have learned anything from watching last nights game between L.A. and S.A. it is to never count out the Mamba. NEVER. I have to admit that I was looking like a "petrified puppy"(word to Stephen A. Smith" when I cut on the game in the middle of the third quarter.(I missed most of the game because I was at my homeboy's church having a good time:. 65-45 the score read. Kobe only attempted 9 shots all game. Odom was MIA and Pau was playing like his name was Paula. Mainly meaning SOFT. fISH WASN'T EVEN FLOWING THE THREES SO I knew this was not the original blueprint for the Lakers. The Spurs were hitting on all cylinders on the the other side of the fence, however. I loathe to admit this secret from the depths of the gas chamber called my heart but Tim Duncan is f*cking unstoppable. Nobody on the Lakers ROSTER seems fit to even walk on the same court as Duncan did last night. I personally believe that Paula Gasol was Tim's little b*tch for the night. TP was doing an a decent job and Manu was an un X-factor(thank God). But through all the fire through the wire the 4th quarter finally came. And with that came the wrath of the Mamba aka as "Triple Ocho"(I despise Reggie Miller's guts) and it was booty talk ugly for the Spurs. Kobe could not be denied in the second half at all. From his eloquent walk-it-out and two steps on Manu to his flawless jumper in the Gangsta Grill of Brucey, Kobe scored 25 of his 27 points in the second half. Like the Incredible Hulk, Kobe went into Mvp beast mode,especially in the final seconds of the game when it was tied 85-85. With time running out on the shot clock the ball was in...well yeah Kobe's hand. The Spurs attempt of a trap was futile as Kobe ran circles around it and drove Bruce Bruce to the rack. Just a little push off for room was all Kobe needed(Bruce exaggerated to the extreme with that fake flop) and it was nothing but BLOOMER LEGS as my dad would so emphatically put it. 87-85. In the end, however, the Spurs had a chance to take the lead with a Ginobli-huck-a three but it was not meant to be. Young Vucchi got the rebound with 7 seconds left. GAME, SET, MATCH. LA wins 89-85.
• I was very proud at the heart of the Lakers to pull this one out. I know one thing for certain though and that is that LA CANNOT allow such a bogus lead build up on them in the next game. I thought that Lamar and Fish should have been more involved in the game but it was a great night for Kobe and the role players to save their asses out of hot water.

Keys for Game 2

• Simple-Let Duncan get his(30 and 18 for game 1) grown man on and limit Parker and Manu.
• Is it just me or is Reggie Miller quickly becoming the George Bush of broadcasting in general? Just pondering.

Play wit it. DP out.

No Matter What

Umm...................I didn't make my high school basketball team for the second straight year. I'm fucking confused at the situation right now. I busted my ass everyday, I practiced so damn much I could have made A.I. respect my grind, and I became better on another level at every aspect of the game and I still didn't strach the surface. I know I can play with those guys and I proved it with my swagger at try-outs. But the coach has it out for me and I know this. But you know what? This is the greatest motivation for me yall. I have created a simple hit list of all the mothafuckers who will receive the wrath the the Bachi. This is what I label myself as when I am f*ckin on in the gym. Sort of like Hibachi but it is like Hibachi 2.0. This summer I truly don't give a fuck for anything, I am whooping ass and taking names 24/7 days a fucking week. I feel like I disappointed myself and I will succeed and stand NO MATTER WHAT like my boy T.I. I have discovered my purpose in life by just thinking 2day in the gym by myself: to prove every mothafucker who thought I was dead wrong. And I know for a damn fact this is not a threat anymore: people be cautious of the Hibachi because he just might burn your ass. I'm sorry mama in advance but I got to get em. DP out. play wit it fuckers.

by the way my blog will be the shit this summer so check in more often peeps.