Linsanity Tears Down Borders - Figurative and Literal

If you've flipped past ESPN for even a fraction of a second today then you're well aware that Jeremy Lin, the Harvard educated, homeless, Chinese sensation in NYC (or as Newt Gingrich would see him - an eletist, Occupy Wall Street type, foreign threat) helped the Knicks win their sixth straight with a a last second three to give NY a 90-87 win against the Raptors.

I'm glad Linsanity got another shot in the arm last night with his last second heroics. One because I can't wait for Lucy Liu and Sandra Oh to start coming out of the woodwork to try and bang him like celebrity chicks are doing to Tebow now. Plus it gives me a chance to post a section of The Triangle Post that was in Grantland late last week. It includes Kobe's take on Lin before he destroyed the Lakers on Friday and a hypothetical pub outing with Kobe.

That's right, even when its about Linsanity it still comes back to the Lakers for me.

In the locker room, following L.A.'s hard-fought victory, Kobe Bryant was asked his opinion on Friday night's competition, the New York Knicks, and the brightest burning new star in the NBA galaxy, Jeremy Lin.

"I don’t even know what the fuck is going on," Bryant said. "What the fuck is going on? Who is this kid? I’ve heard about him and stuff like that, but what’s he been doing? Is he getting like triple-doubles or some shit? He’s averaging 28 and eight? No shit. If he’s playing well, I’ll just have to deal with him."

When asked if he would guard Lin, Kobe gave what might have been the greatest answer to any question ever asked: "Jesus Christ. Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

Bryant is asked about the player who has been dominating league headlines for more than a week and he reacts like someone queried him on the minutiae of a Game of Thrones plot point. And this is why Kobe Bryant is the best. He is the worst. But he is also the best.

You know the "Would You Get a Beer With Them" test that politicians face? I would love to get a beer with Kobe Bryant. The only problem is, as soon as we got to whatever bar we were going to, Kobe would be like, "This is what you do for fun? Is this place for fucking real? Is that fucking Superchunk on the jukebox? Is it 1995 or some shit?"

I would happily buy the first round.