dear kobe bryant, eat smug crap (or, "the greatest power of them all")

Watched Game Six down the block from my house in a sports establishment called CHANCES. The experience was epitomized when Luther Vandross' "Power of Love" came on jukebox during Kevin Garnett post-game crying shots.

Sole Lakers fan in bar, talking junk to Timberwolves fan: "My family's made up of PIMPS; your family's made up of PIMP ASSISTANTS."