Marion's Mulling

Kobe or Not Kobe

Kobe or not Kobe: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the body to suffer
The elbow swings and 13-point games,
Or disappear in the sea of purple haze,
And by relenting, end it? To vanish; to escape;
No more; and by disappearing to say we leave
That hot seat and thousand press releases
That the Sons are heir to, 'tis a disappearance
Desperately to be wish'd.
They've said I've vanished,they've said I've escaped;
Escaped perchance to get laid: ay, there's a good rub;
To go Forward in this glorious season,
Only to be one and one with little help from this 31.
I choose not to wane, so I shall board that plane;
And pray my boys may set me up; ah but there's my dependence
That breeds the calamity of thereof and one.
For who would bear the cheap shots from Kobe;
Save but men from the leading offense.
And since subs of great measure be welded to a bench by ice;
I will rise and go Forward with my fellow foreign men.

Through the Eyes of Kobe

Stopping By Phoenix on a Sunny Day

Whose trophy this is I think I know
They wear white in the Valley though;
We will not phase them playing here
As they cream us 4 and O.

My little team must think it queer
To stop with Nash, Marion and an Eddiehouse near.
Between a cactus and dried-up lake
The highest-scoring team of the year.

Diaw gives Raja's bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
"We must decrease the head of Kobe
Before we play Duncan and Ginobili."

The only outcome is a sweep;
at least my deal's the size of Moby.

Arizona girls are lovely, tan and deep.
But I have a reputation to keep
And miles to go before I weep,
And miles to go before I weep.

-Kobe