Laker Heaven With sports' most dynamic duo, a coach on a mission and key players returning, the sky's the limit for the three-time NBA champs

June 23, 2002

You look at Shaquille O'Neal, 30, and Kobe Bryant, 23, as they
were last week at Continental Airlines Arena--smiling, singing,
smoking stogies, swigging and squirting champagne, sharing the
championship trophy--and you wonder: Could it get any better
than this? A year ago Bryant, an indispensable player, to be
sure, but not exactly one of the guys, sat alone in a shower
stall as his team celebrated a second consecutive title. But now
he and the big fella and the rest of the Los Angeles Lakers are
a rock-solid Ya-Ya Brotherhood, and the NBA's future looks to be
paved in purple and gold. How many in a row can Los Angeles win?
Four? Five? Ten? How good can Shaq and Kobe become? Better than
Jordan and Pippen? Montana and Rice? Hell, Lennon and McCartney?

With a 113-107 Game 4 victory on June 12 over the New Jersey
Nets, the Lakers became only the seventh team to sweep a Finals
and only the third franchise to win three straight
championships. They treated the Nets like so much sawdust on the
floor--irritating but easily collected, bagged and discarded. As
the Lakers celebrated in the wretchedly claustrophobic visitors'
locker room, their hairbreadth conquest of the Sacramento Kings
in the seven-game Western Conference finals seemed as if it had
somehow been part of the master plan, a herculean labor that
they had to complete to realize their destiny.

The postclincher celebration seemed no less festive for its
being held 2,500 miles from La La Land; the Lakers are used to
that, having made merry last season in Philadelphia after the
76ers fell in five. Detained by interviews, Shaq and Kobe
strolled in late to the locker room and were greeted by a
sprinkler system of champagne as corks banged off the ceiling.
Small forward Rick Fox, who was born in Toronto but raised in
the Bahamas, waved a Bahamian flag. Point guard Derek Fisher,
the Lakers' rugrat of a defender, chanted, One, two, three.
Samaki Walker, O'Neal's backup, carried his 2-year-old son,
Dabaji, in his arms, telling him soothingly, "Daddy will be done
soon." Mitch Richmond, the six-time All-Star guard who played
only four minutes in the postseason yet earned the first ring of
his 14-year career, eluded jet streams of bubbly and answered
versions of the question, Would you be happier had you been a
real contributor? (Sure, responded Richmond calmly, but a ring
is a ring.) In a small room off the locker room, coach Phil
Jackson lit a victory cigar--he has that ritual in common with
Red Auerbach, though he smokes his in private--and celebrated
quietly with four of his five children.

It all seemed so...right. Detractors--particularly the
still-bitter Kings--will say that luck has propelled the Lakers,
and while good fortune has played a part, their ascent seems
more like kismet. Almost everyone on the team who matters
started somewhere else. O'Neal was unhappy in Orlando,
floundered at first in L.A., then found a mentor-motivator in
Jackson. The Charlotte Hornets drafted Bryant in 1996 but
shipped him off almost immediately, unwilling to gamble that a
high school swingman could become a superstar. Jackson, the
guiding hand in the Chicago Bulls' two three-peats, was put off
by the it-was-all-because-of-me chest-beating of general manager
Jerry Krause and decided to start anew on the Left Coast. Fox?
Played six seasons for the Boston Celtics. Forward Robert Horry?
Came from the Phoenix Suns and before that won two championships
with the Houston Rockets. Walker? Toured Texas with Dallas and
San Antonio, but neither the Mavericks nor the Spurs loved him.
Backup guard Brian Shaw, who contributed with on-the-court
composure and off-the-court leadership? Played for six teams
before finding a home in the Jackson system.

With as many as seven free agents on the roster, Los Angeles
general manager Mitch Kupchak has some work to do in the
off-season. But the key components are locked up tighter than a
bank on Sunday. O'Neal is under contract for four more seasons
at $26.2 million per. Bryant is in the third year of a six-year
deal that pays him $13.5 million annually, and this summer L.A.
plans to offer him a three-year, $54.8 million extension, the
maximum allowed. Coach Phil Jackson is signed up for two more
seasons at a salary of $6 million and has given no sign that he
wants to chuck it all and go fly-fishing in Montana. The other
significant members of the crew are also safely lashed to the
deck: Fisher ($3 million annually) has four more years, Fox
($4.6 million) has three and Horry ($5.3 million) has one, with
a team option for another. That threesome knows that Shaq
butters the bread and Kobe spreads the jam, and they're happy in
their roles. Remember Tyronn Lue, a bit player on last season's
team who sought greener pastures in Washington? Yo, Ty, how did
that work out?

And now the Lakers chase history, their motivation as explicit
as the Superman tat on Shaq's left biceps. Had Jordan not twice
left Chicago (once for baseball and once for a retirement that
didn't take), the Bulls would have been favored to win four in a
row, but he did, so they weren't. No NBA team has won more than
three straight titles since Auerbach's Celtics took eight in a
row from 1958-59 through '65-66. The Lakers have won 14
championships, two fewer than the Celtics, so that is something
to shoot for as well. With one more title Jackson would also
surpass Auerbach as the coach with the most championships (10).

There are other magic numbers in their sights. One that Kobe and
Shaq have a bead on is seven--with that many titles they would
surpass both Jordan and Pippen (Chicago) and Bill Russell and
Bob Cousy (Boston), who were recognized as the dynamic duos on
six championship teams. Russell won 11 championships in Boston
(the final two as player-coach), as did Henri Richard, the
Pocket Rocket, with the Montreal Canadiens. O'Neal has but a
slim chance of equaling that number, but Bryant is another
matter. Russell was 23, Bryant's age now, when he won his first
championship.

Does Kobe realize what he's chasing, what he's already achieved?
To see Bryant bopping his way through the crowd and commotion
after Game 4, slapping hands and signing shirts, talking and
laughing, somehow making that hideous Three-Peat jacket he was
wearing look hip, one saw the essence of NBA superstardom, early
21st century. That scene wasn't the birth of cool--Walt Frazier
and Earl Monroe and Julius Erving had come long before him--but
Kobe is where cool's at right now.

How could we have ever doubted these guys, even in a season when
O'Neal missed 15 games with suspensions and toe, wrist and ankle
ailments, when so many of the supporting cast members played
like dogs, when challengers emerged all over the West? "In the
depth of winter," Camus wrote in his essay Return to Tipasa, "I
finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."
Of course there did.

COLOR PHOTO: WALTER IOOSS JR.(LAKERS) COVER INSET NBA FINALS LAKERS PARTY ON COLOR PHOTO: ANDREW D. BERNSTEIN/NBAE/GETTY IMAGES BLING BLING These days all is happiness and hardware for Kobe and Shaq. COLOR PHOTO: JED JACOBSOHN/GETTY IMAGES A VINE TIME The champagne bath has become a June ritual for O'Neal, Bryant and the Lakers, and their bubble isn't likely to burst soon. COLOR PHOTO: OHN BIEVER (BRYANT) HIGH LIFE The levitating Bryant and the leviathan O'Neal could give legendary pairs like Jordan and Pippen a run for their ring totals. COLOR PHOTO: MANNY MILLAN [See caption above]

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