Quite an ending in San Antonio last night. Brent Barry's three pointer was off the mark at the last second and whether or not you thought Fisher fouled him (he did), the Lakers have a 3-1 lead heading back to Los Angeles on Thursday night. A win on Thursday and the NBA has half of it's dream matchup set (if only the league could do something about those unpredictable Pistons).It has been an interesting couple of days for Kobe Bryant. Last week, a rumor emerged claiming that he was cheating on his wife with a Laker Girl who mysteriously was fired from her job (lawsuit?). This week, along with a potential birth in the NBA Finals, Kobe's has to deal with his wife Vanessa who is...shall we say irritated with ESPN The Magazine writer Laura Lane for a piece she wrote about Vanessa. The article was--gasp--about Vanessa Bryant's outfit and how she spends her time with her kids (how dare Lane!).
So Vanessa Bryant spots Lane at the Lakers game Sunday and lets her have it. The follwing is directly from Lane's blog:
Last night, I got cussed out by Vanessa Bryant. Seriously. At the Lakers game. In front of her kids. In front of the Lakers locker room. It was awesome. She is mad about an article I wrote where I mentioned her. That means one of two things - she either reads the ESPN blog or she has herself on Google alerts. Both are fantastic.
So as I’m walking out of the Lakers locker room after some post-game interviews with the players, I pass Vanessa, who is sitting outside the locker room as usual with her two girls.
“Laura!” she screams (yes, she apparently knows my name). “F--- you! You f------ b----!”
“Excuse me?” I say, completely baffled as I look around me to see if there is someone else named Laura. No, there’s not.
Her daughters – ages 5 and 2 – are sitting next to her on the bench looking at their mom as she screams.
“F--- you! How dare you write about me and my daughters and their schedule! You didn’t say you were writing an article! F--- you! You f------ bitch. You have no journalism ethics! F--- you! You b---- - ”
I just stare at her. I’ve heard many stories about her from reporters, but this was unbelievable. Two of my friends from the LA Times told me how she cussed out one of them last season, because he said hi to her daughter. “Join the club, this means you’ve arrived,” said one reporter when word spread of my run-in with Vanessa. “She’s insane,” said another. “Everyone knows it.”
So as I’m walking out of the Lakers locker room after some post-game interviews with the players, I pass Vanessa, who is sitting outside the locker room as usual with her two girls.
“Laura!” she screams (yes, she apparently knows my name). “F--- you! You f------ b----!”
“Excuse me?” I say, completely baffled as I look around me to see if there is someone else named Laura. No, there’s not.
Her daughters – ages 5 and 2 – are sitting next to her on the bench looking at their mom as she screams.
“F--- you! How dare you write about me and my daughters and their schedule! You didn’t say you were writing an article! F--- you! You f------ bitch. You have no journalism ethics! F--- you! You b---- - ”
I just stare at her. I’ve heard many stories about her from reporters, but this was unbelievable. Two of my friends from the LA Times told me how she cussed out one of them last season, because he said hi to her daughter. “Join the club, this means you’ve arrived,” said one reporter when word spread of my run-in with Vanessa. “She’s insane,” said another. “Everyone knows it.”
It's a good thing that Lane didn't bring up anything too personal...like how she got the $4.3 million purple ring or the world's only automatic Lamborghini. That might have really set her off.
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