
i got this from thedirty.com and then this linkhttp://ridethefastlane.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-got-cussed-out-by-kobe-bryants.htm
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Last night, I got cussed out by Vanessa Bryant. Seriously. At the Lakers game. In front of her kids. In front of the Lakers locker room. It was awesome. She is mad about an article I wrote where I mentioned her. That means one of two things - she either reads the ESPN blog or she has herself on Google alerts. Both are fantastic.
So as I’m walking out of the Lakers locker room after some post-game interviews with the players, I pass Vanessa, who is sitting outside the locker room as usual with her two girls.
“Laura!” she screams (yes, she apparently knows my name). “Fuck you! You fucking bitch!”
“Excuse me?” I say, completely baffled as I look around me to see if there is someone else named Laura. No, there’s not.
Her daughters – ages 5 and 2 – are sitting next to her on the bench looking at their mom as she screams.
“Fuck you! How dare you write about me and my daughters and their schedule! You didn’t say you were writing an article! Fuck you! You fucking bitch. You have no journalism ethics! Fuck you! You bitch - ”
I just stare at her. I’ve heard many stories about her from reporters, but this was unbelievable. Two of my friends from the LA Times told me how she cussed out one of them last season, because he said hi to her daughter. “Join the club, this means you’ve arrived,” said one reporter when word spread of my run-in with Vanessa. “She’s insane,” said another. “Everyone knows it.”
Kobe Bryant walks out of the locker room and one of the girls runs over to him, while Vanessa continues to scream and cuss at me.
There’s no way I am going to sit here with Kobe Bryant while his wife screams at me so I look at her, shrug, and walk away.
Perhaps she’s angry at the world because there were rumors today that came out that Kobe Bryant slept with a Lakers cheerleader – a hotter version of his wife who is also named Vanessa - and she got fired. While I am completely against cheating, can you honestly blame Kobe if he didn't want to sleep with that???
I asked a couple of the Lakers cheerleaders if it was true one of the girls got fired. They looked at each other not knowing what to say. “Uh, well, um she moved on,” stuttered one of them. “Um, yeah, she moved on to do other things.”
Sure. The Lakers are in the playoffs and she suddenly decided to pursue other things. She's 18 years-old and it was her first year! You're telling me she got sick of being a Lakers girl already and didn't want to finish the rest of the PLAYOFFS!
The sad part is before all of this I kind of liked Vanessa and I thought we hit it off. She doesn't give a fuck about anything. She wears these insane outfits, struts around Staples Center like a queen, shows off her daughters and lets them run around the hall way playing tag while reporters are trying to get by.
The article Vanessa was apparently upset about is one I wrote a couple weeks ago when she wore some crazy outfit when Kobe got his MVP. I really thought the outfit was awesome; very Sarah Jessica Parker. She wore a purple tutu. It was an outfit I would have made with my friends in high school for fun.
That game, before I went in the Lakers locker room for interviews I went to talk to her and ask her about her outfit. I had a notebook in my hand, a recorder in my hand and I asked her about her outfit and we talked about the kids and how they didn’t want to wear a tutu and how they’re doing dance and some other stuff.
As a journalist I am going to piss people off. That’s just the nature of the business. I never want to or intend to piss people off, but if you’re not pissing people off occasionally, then you are constantly kissing ass. First of all, this wasn't a case of journalistic ethics. I don't think she knows what the term means. Either way, I hold myself to high standards of journalistic ethics. Not everything in journalism is black and white and I'll admit that but if I question something, I just don't do it. I was trained in journalism and I’ve taken journalism ethics classes. I went to journalism school at one of the top Universities in the nation. Vanessa Bryant didn’t go to college. And for her to talk to me about ethics ...
Considering there are a lot of rumors going around, I’m sure she’s upset. So she took it out on me and now I have an awesome story.
About three different reporters at the game and one of my editors told me I should write about her cussing me out. That's the beauty of journalism. You don't fight, you write.