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Lakerology
Steve Rushin
May 31, 2004
As the Los Angeles Lakers returned to their ancestral homeland of Minneapolis last week, there were signs that their fortunes had improved ever so subtly since the franchise left the Land o' Lakes for the Land o' Flakes 44 years ago.
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May 31, 2004

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Such clich�s—"This is a very good Laker team," said Sprewell—are reality softeners in their own right, fuzzing into soft focus what is otherwise a sharp, exhilarating game. Their effect is narcotizing but not entirely displeasing, like an hour in a favorite hammock. As my travel-weary colleague jack McCallum put it after another familiar-sounding press conference last week; "Changes in latitudes, changes in platitudes."

Of course, reality can be softened only so much—and only for so long. Nobody escapes it entirely. In Minneapolis, Kobe Bryant wore a diamond earring the size of a walnut in his left ear and silver dog tags on a chain around his neck. When he shifted in his sear, the medals swung from side to side, like the gong in a grandfather clock. No one had to ask for whom that bell tolled.

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