For me, it was the summer of love because of my beautiful twin daughters! I happily set aside my Laker obsession and enjoyed watching and helping them navigate their way through their second six months of life. Here they are, Sage is on the left, Shanti on the right:
Meanwhile, it was the Summer of Love for the Lakers. No hint of the melodrama of the past. Kobe loves the Lakers. The Lakers love Kobe. The world loves Kobe. Kobe loves the world, especially China. LeBron loves Kobe, or at least wants to be like him. Kobe loves Pau, especially after Team USA kicked Spain's butts (not so much after Spain played them close in the gold medal game). Pau loves Andrew. Andrew loves Pau. The Lakers love Lamar, even if they would have traded him in a hearbeat for Mr. Super Nutter Butter (Ron Artest), who thankfully landed in Houston. Jeannie loves Phil. The Lakers love Sasha. Sasha loves the Lakers. Everyone loves Ronny, just not enough to pay him $4 million per. Heck, they even love DJ Mbenga who's back for a second chance. Love, love, love. All you need is love. I'm feeling downright psychadelic this fall.
The summer was so absent the usual controversy, the media had to manufacture some of their own so they'd have something to talk about. Guess what? For $50 million per year, Kobe would consider leaving the NBA to play overseas. Now there's news. Who wouldn't take $50 million, tax-free, to spend a year abroad? I would. You would. So would Kobe. Big whoop. It's not news. It's not anything. Just sports talk radio chatter. Kobe isn't leaving the NBA until he's won one more championship than Shaq. Starting in a few weeks, we'll see if he's going to catch up to Shaq this year! Let the obsession resume...
