An article on Kobe’s fatigue. So close, so tired… but this is what it’s about, right?
L.A. Times: As Pau Gasol lay sprawled on his belly in a cramped and jeering gym late Tuesday, gasping, sweating, needing a hand, a teammate walked past.
Kobe Bryant never even slowed down.
He wouldn’t pick him up. He couldn’t pick him up. He couldn’t pick any of them up.
The Laker who can run through walls has suddenly hit one, hard, and an entire team has been left with a bloody nose and splitting headache.
The Lakers gave away an NBA Finals game they could have stolen Tuesday, losing to the Orlando Magic, 108-104, as painfully as Bryant was losing his breath.
The Lakers endured swish after swish against what became the hottest-shooting team in NBA Finals history, yet still tied it up in the final three minutes.
Then Bryant gasped.
The Lakers still had a chance in the final minute, trailing by a basket with their best player dribbling the ball.