My very favorite thing about sports is that you never know when a game is going to take over your night.
I’m not a Kobe Bryant fan.
I’ve admired his exquisite skill, especially as a one-on-one scorer, and his rage against the limits that bind normal men.
But there’s something grotesque about Kobe as well — one of the remarkable basketball minds of any age so often applied to solo quests in a sport that’s most beautiful when five pieces flow together.
Kobe could pass as brilliantly as he shot, but he always trusted himself most.
LeBron James has long been the greater player in part because he intuitively grasps the collective...