His pressed sweatsuit was white, his rumpled mood was black.
Kobe Bryant met the media Wednesday as if he were playing defense against them, shoulders tight, eyes darting, snarl fixed.
In this situation, a day before the NBA Finals, the world at the sneakers of the basketball’s gods, LeBron James would have been charming. Dwyane Wade would have been cute. Shaquille O’Neal would have made us howl.
All of them are more easily embraceable and eminently likable than Bryant.
But guess what? None of them are here.
James was everybody’s favorite maturation story, yet he ended the season acting like a 3-year-old.