â†µBryant scored at will on Bowen and Udoka (Bowen 2), with even his most ridiculous shots looking more like a roundabout way to realize the inevitable. While he was bloodthirsty as ever, he never forced it, set up Gasol with ease, and was such a fine-tuned basketball machine that, by comparison, Duncan came off as sloppy. There's no way to understate how sick Kobe's performance was, an instant classic in a way that James/Pierce jumper-fest could never get close to. It was almost otherworldly, Bryant drifting into the game right before the end of the second, and then going at the Spurs like it was a walk in the park. Relentless, yet casual. â†µ
â†µOf course, this being these playoffs, a home win means nothing. I almost feel like the Spurs are in their element when all that matters is the absolute final bottom line. Who knows whether this sort of thing affects San Antonio. For those of us watching, though, this was a great player treating the defending champs like so much dirt on his shoulder, and perhaps the perfect one-game encapsulation of what makes Kobe Kobe. â†µâ†µ
â†µI'll go out on a limb and call that the definitive one-man heroics of the 2007-08 post-season. â†µ
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