By Sam Alipour
Special to Page 2

Monday, September 25, 2006

LOS ANGELES -- Try as he might, Kobe Bryant just can't get his game right. Standing on an indoor court in late August, the normally ice-cold Lakers assassin is well past the point of cocksure half-smiles and winks and popped collars. Forget that junk. It won't work here. Bryant has already cast his purple-and-gold polo aside. Now he's in a gray tank top and on his heels, sweating and stammering and gyrating like a porpoise while tossing up earth-rattling bricks and rainbow airballs from way ...

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