Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Dear Kobe: Let Me Tell You About My Best Friend

When Kobe Bryant descends from a luxury suite today at a luxury Los Angeles hotel wearing a luxury suit and smiling a luxury smile as he finally receives a real MVP trophy, the city of New Orleans hopes he don't get his feelings hurt.

We know all too well about hurt feelings, Kobe. It's okay to cry a little. Especially today, Kobe, when you finally receive an award that no one wants you to have in the first place.

The good people of New Orleans -- especially those who reside part-time in the upper expanses of the Sacre dome -- will lend you a tissue if you feel the reservoirs filling today, Kobe. Better yet, you might give a shout to CP3. He helps a brother in need, Kobe.

And (most) people like him.

In fact, on this 6th of May, CP3's 23rd birthday and official blog day, I'd like to share with you a few stories that might warm your heart, Kobe. Take a moment, Kobe, before you break down in well-rehearsed tears this afternoon to hear a couple of tales about how Chris Paul changed the world:
* Listen to a story about a precocious point guard and a troubled running back.
* Listen to a story about a sibling rivalry.
* Listen to a story about two cities fighting over insects.
* Listen to a story about two fans ready to come to blows.
* And listen to a story about how a Chef learned the meaning of friendship.

Take a load off, Kobe. Let me tell you about my best friend.

CP3 + Reggie = BFF
You know that USC running back who got drafted #2 in the 2006 draft and then enjoyed Miracle Monday and the rest of heaven that was the New Orleans Saints 2006 NFC Championship run? Yes, Kobe. The same running back that "dates" Kim Kardashian.

Well, that's the same running back who received a phone call from CP3, who was looking for advice even though he had already been in the league a year longer.
In his third season, Paul has become the Will Rogers of the league, racking up friends and admirers like a walking MySpace page. When the Hornets moved back to New Orleans after a two-year, post-Katrina exile in Oklahoma City, Paul didn't know where to live. So he called Reggie Bush—whom he'd never met—for suggestions. Before long, Paul had bought adjoining, 2,700-square-foot pads (one for him, one for his brother/business manager, C.J.) three floors below Bush's in a Mississippi riverside condo. Now it's not unusual for Bush, and occasionally his girlfriend, Kim Kardashian, to pop in for some Xbox and a meal made by the personal chef the two players share. (Chris Palmer, ESPN The Magazine)
See what I mean, Kobe? CP3's not crying over the MVP award. So either should you. He's too busy making friends.

Chris Paul Saved This Family

See these two kids, Kobe? They're sister and brother. Both excel at school. Both are standout athletes. Both have winning smiles. And both have good hair. But trouble lurks beneath the surface, Kobe. They don't always like each other. Sometimes they fight. Sometimes blood is drawn. The girl once embarrassed her brother by beating him in a foot race. The boy once tackled his sister in front of her friends.

But do you know why they are smiling in this picture, Kobe? No. It's not because of the grown man between them, decked out in an Italian-designed mustard seed yellow double-breasted suit with a CP3 Wooooooo! t-shirt. It has nothing to do with him, Kobe.

They are smiling because of the bright light that is CP3. They are happy to be alive, happy to be siblings, and happy to be standing next to each other because they share a love for CP3. Think about the power of CP3, Kobe. Brother and sister. BFF.

OKC is OK with me
Kobe, do you remember the levee breaches? Some folks call it Hurricane Katrina. Yeah, 2005, Kobe. Well, not unlike the New Orleans Saints (except that the NBA season hadn't even started yet), the New Orleans Hornets relocated to another city. Oklahoma City. That didn't sit well with many New Orleanians, Kobe. We just assumed that we'd lose a team that we didn't know too well in the first place.

CP3 to the rescue, Kobe. From day one, he focused on playing basketball, not the drama, OKC or otherwise. You know the rest of this story, don't you Kobe? It ends like this:












And you know what else, Kobe? That fine-ass man in the mustard seed yellow double-breasted Italian-crafted suit reps New Orleans. The man to his left reps OKC. And they like each other just fine.


















Can't We All Just Get Along?
No we can't, Kobe. It's the playoffs. And we're not supposed to like each other until we have the trophy in hand. Or until J Kidd is incarcerated and Byron Scott kicks Jerry Stackhouse's ass.

So, when the Dallas Mavericks came to town in round one, and this polite young Mavs fan sat in Section 306, he was treated with contempt. He became the J Kidd/Stackhouse posterboy. And Hornets fan Big Ray was having none of it.

Until Chris Paul happened. And then an amazing thing happened, Kobe. This polite young Mavs fan finished his vodka double, stood up next to Hornets fan Big Ray, shook his hand, and said, "Wooooooooo!"


















Chef Who Dat + Big Ray = BFF
Who is Big Ray? That's an excellent question, Kobe. It's the very question that Chef was asking himself while rocking this bad-ass mustard seed yellow, Italian-crafted, double-breasted suit.

So let me lay it on you, Kobe. Big Ray is my best friend. Big Ray is New Orleans. Big Ray has big binoculars. Big Ray is a Hornets fan. Big Ray likes the Soul Rebels. Big Ray is a Who Dat. Big Ray likes to bounce.

I can see you're confused, Kobe. So let me lay it on you again. Big Ray sits in the Sacredome eight Sundays out of the year in Section 643, Upper Terrace, Row 20-something. Big Ray has tasted the Cafe 641 menu. Big Ray has dapped up the Chef in the Dome. These two grown men were friends before they even sat down in the Arena for Game 5 of the Mavs/Hornets series. They had broke bread together.

But sadly, Kobe, they never recognized each other outside of the Dome. And that's where CP3 -- the same CP3 who you know deep in your heart is more valuable to his team, league, city, and planet than you could ever dream of being -- happened again.

This time Chris Paul struck in an ordinary way. By unselfishly passing a tap out rebound from Tyson Chandler over to Peja Stojakovic to close out the Mavs. At that very moment, Big Ray hoisted Chef well over his head, spun him around 4-5 times, until he noticed that Chef was wearing his black & gold, customized, Who Dat Chuck Taylors. Big Ray put Chef back on the ground, looked him in the eye, and cautiously asked, "Chef? Is that you." "Yes it is. Big Ray. Yes it is."


So there it is Kobe. Now you know why Chef Who Dat calls CP3 his MVP. I just hope you can find in these stories some inner fortitude as your name is called to the MVP podium so that we don't have to witness your emotional breakdown with your daughter and wife in tow. If all of this is just too much to remember, though, I'll break it down for you nice and easy:

CP3: where BFF happens.

12 comments:

Jake said...

Big Stuff, Big Stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


That was the first time Tyson Chandler was truly the hero of a game (that tap out rebound)

with-malice.com said...

There is no doubting that Chris Paul is not only a great basketballer, but a human being with many admirable qualities.
However... the latter isn't part of the MVP requirements.

dillyberto said...

Have mercy.

What a mouthful

Chris Paul and the Hornets ARE to be taken seriously, if you can post that much the day after a game.

Saints game require much more recoop time for Berto.

WOW!

BFF,eh?

You're selling me on it.

saintseester said...

Kobe, who?

Jake said...

Chef, tell me this. Why does all Hornets love come from situations that trace back to the Saints?

Ex. San Antonio, where the Saints wanted to move; anger toward the major of San Antonio.

This is, of course, with the exception of you.

!standard! said...

clearly, you are CP3's bitch.

do you happen to suck mr. cp3's dick? what doea it taste like?

not that i care. ^_^

Chef Who Dat said...

w/malice: tongue planted firmly in cheek. e.g. sarcasm.

jake: c'mon mojo. you know the Chef's rockin' a Saints blog -- it's the coda. it has to connect to Black & Gold in these here parts. and the San Antonio hate, you have to admit, is a compelling motivational through-line for us in NOLA. It's like a Who Dat/Woooooo! double shot.

dillyberto: sobriety lends itself to free time. and Chef hasn't yet managed to connect the NBA to our Dome intake. point well taken.

!standard!: happy that you so easily read through the subtext.

GW said...

Howdy there, Mr. Chef. Boy, that "standard" guy sure does have the face of an ass, doesn't he?

So look, I don't want to be overstepping my bounds here or anything, but with all this here Hornets love going around, I'm gonna have to go ahead and ask why you haven't drawn up one of them there menus yet.

I mean, if we Who Dats are gonna do this thing, why not go full-on with it, right?

Is it bad mojo to go ahead and look towards the Lakers for the material?

Of course, Mr. Clio will insist on the Craig Miller Seared Kobe Filet.

How about a nice bowl of Farmar Brand canned chili with beans on the side?

Pauberry shortcake for dessert?

Pad Thai with lo mein newbles?

Anthony Zimmern might go for some nice braised bull's (scr)odom.

Come on, Chef. We're counting on you.

Chef Who Dat said...

As much as I'm itching (and not in the scrotal area, !standard!) to get back to Cafe 641 form, I just can't pull the menu trigger on the Hornets. It's not about the love -- Chef's got more than enough to go around. (Go Delgado Dolphins! ya heard?!) Just that it's a Cafe oath and it would require bringing the stache into a mustachio-restricted area and then it might cheapen the euphoria that is the August 16 menu loaded with cow, which would, in turn, make the gold start dripping off the spoons, and things would get all hectic.

But, daaaamn, Wang. You keep coming strong with the Lakers hate. Feel free to roll with that Zimmern dish for your own viewing parties.

Mr. Clio said...

That's quite a, um, get-up there, Chef.

I seem to recall that sort of ensemble on "Dance Fever" from my youth.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dance_Fever

You need to get to Jackson for training camp. Soon. We can't have you in teal like that.

saintseester said...

If he shows up in Jackson in teal, he'll get his ass beat. All we have to do is take him to the right street corner.

Chef Who Dat said...

Whoa! Easy there, Seester. First, training camp in Jackson WILL happen. And the teal will be packed with moth balls by then. But since you're thinking fashion already, is it too early to break out this?
http://www.cafepress.com/buy/saints+football/-/pv_design_prod/p_1203473.102388153/pNo_102388153/id_17141633/fpt__P___________Dc_PXi__FD___aG___C/opt_/c_360/pg_1

or the golden spoon version?