Faridoon David Baqi: Kobe and M. Night Shyamalan

What does Kobe Bryant have to do with M. Night Shyamalan? I'm glad you asked. It's a recent revelation to me, so bear with me as I try to explain it. I was watching a lackluster NBA finals series at my father-in-law's house drinking a Corona and munching on a handful of chickpeas and raisins when it hit me. As far apart as they seem, Kobe and M. have something very big in common: mediocrity, on average. The game started with a boring introduction and a big flashing sign that, despite its size and flash, seemed to whimper "not in our house." I was thinking it meant "not in our house [again]." They were pushing and shoving and trying desperately to squeeze a bit of water out of a dried up desert stone. A victory. At home! Against a team whose NBA post season recored for away games was something like 2 and 9. There was Odom jumping and Gasol vying and Kobe missing and, when you would think it would be an exclamation point victory, it was a sqeak. It was a stupid waste of time and a win ... (link)