Curt Schilling Takes On Kobe Bryant
Laaadiiies and geeentlemen. In this corner, weighing in at 205 pounds, standing at six feet six inches, is the pride of the Philadelphia suburbs, Kobe Bryaaaant!
Aaaand in this corner, weighing in at a doughy 215 pounds, standing at six feet, four inches is the hero of the 2004 ALCS, Red Sox pitcher Cuuuuuurt Schilling!
Who will be crowned the champion of shooting his mouth off? Let’s head into the ring.
Earlier this week, Red Sox pitcher Curt Schilling brought his totally disinterested daughter and captivated son to take in Game 2 of the NBA Finals. Like any blogger worth Dan Shaughnessy’s scorn, Schilling dropped some insidery goodness on his site.
From the first tip until about 4 minutes left in the game I saw and heard [Kobe] bitch at his teammates. Every TO he came to the bench pissed, and a few of them he went to other guys and yelled about something they weren’t doing, or something they did wrong. No dialog about “hey let’s go, let’s get after it” or whatever. He spent the better part of 3.5 quarters pissed off and ranting at the non-execution or lack of, of his team.
He walked off the floor, obligatory skin contact on the high five, and sat on the bench stone faced or pissed off, the whole game. . . . I would assume that’s his style and how he plays and what works for him because when I saw the leader board for scoring in the post season his name sat up top at 31+ a game, can’t argue with that.
Curt is careful not to call Kobe a jackass outright, but you can read between the sics on this one.
Kobe, who doesn’t seem to be into the whole blogging thing, responded to reporters yesterday.
Asked if he was disappointed in Schilling’s comments, Bryant responded, “Go Yankees!” and pumped his fist, drawing laughter from reporters Wednesday.
“After the time of all those bleeps, we almost pulled off one of the greatest comebacks in history,” he said. “It seemed to motivate them pretty well.”
Let’s go the judge’s scorecard. Namely, ours.
We’ll have to give Curt the edge, not only because he’s on one of our teams, and we’re easily swayed (not as easily as an NBA ref though!), but because he actually took the time to articulate an argument. Kobe stuck with stock cliches and bragged about a victory that didn’t actually happen.
You’re Your winnnnahhh: Curt Schilling.
June 12th, 2008 at 6:53 pm
Actually, the author used the correct word by spelling you’re (you are) instead of your. It’s ironic you’re telling him to get an education… Back to the topic though, I can see where Schilling is coming from. Kobe’s disrespect towards his teammates has been very obvious since the beginning of his career. For example, in one of Kobe’s first few seasons in the NBA, he almost got into an altercation during a game with his teammate (John Salley) because Salley was trying to give him some veteran advice. Kobe has to take a step back, and stop blaming others… I’ve seen him make plenty of mistakes; and there is no one on the other end acting like a complete a-hole.
June 13th, 2008 at 8:42 am
OK, simmer down. As much as it pains me to say this, the first NBA guy is right. It’s a typo. It’s not the end of the world.
June 13th, 2008 at 2:24 pm
I’m curious as to why the first NBA poster would chose to correct someone’s spelling (which she took ownership, I believe) when he can’t us proper punctuation. Is your Caps Lock key not working?
June 14th, 2008 at 12:27 pm
Wow! You’re really impressed with your own intellect, aren’t you?
I knew kids like that in high school and they were the ones who typically experienced the pain and humiliation of wedgies and swirlies. Walking around with a chip on your shoulder is no way to go through life. Get over yourself.
I could show 100 people this comment section and, unprompted, would get the response “what a douchebag NBA is” from 90 of them, +/- 3 people.
You’re right, though. I did mean the Shift key rather than Caps Lock. Good call!
June 14th, 2008 at 4:05 pm
Ah, high school. We’re done here, son.
June 14th, 2008 at 4:50 pm
Actually, you being in high school does make this conversation done, son. As a 37 year old, there is no joy for me in debating a rude, disrepectful child like you. Enjoy your victory, even if it is in your own mind.
By the way, I dip my balls in the sodas of people like you and spit in their burgers. Look for me at the McD’s in Roxbury - you know the one.