One day, Kobe, you are going to be dying. You're going to have thyroid cancer, or something... and it will be miserable. Everything will be hopeless, you won't have any will to live, and you will just long for the moment in which you can take in that dying breath.
And you might have your rings, Kobe (including your special new Shaq-less one). But you know what? They won't be of much comfort when you are ROTTING IN YOUR GRAVE.
(I don't take well to players I don't like winning championships.)
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