Vanessa shook her head; she already knew this would be the result. If Kobe were a steak, he would definitely be one that couldn't be seasoned.
Since persuasion was ineffective, Vanessa decided to go along with Kobe's wishes, at least to keep him from looking so worried: "I'm not blaming you. The day after tomorrow, I'll take the kids to Oracle Arena to watch the game."
"Do the kids want to play in a park in San Francisco? Or do you want to go shopping? There's no need, anything they have there, Los Angeles has, too."
"Neither, we want to witness our most beloved man conquer Oracle Arena. Don't think about it too much, DPOY? You've already got a bunch of those lousy, crappy trophies back in high school. There's no room left at home; isn't that enough?"
Kobe indeed smiled, feeling much better: "I will conquer there, for you all."
On the other side, LBJ was also spending time with his family.
