Showing posts with label GQ Magazine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label GQ Magazine. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

"[Kobe] thought, 'F--- it. I’m done with this guy'"

February 18, 2015 GQ Magazine , Kobe Bryant 0 Comments
Lakers Star Kobe Bryant Talks About dealing with Phil Jackson’s Mind Games

By Mitch Abramson, Feb. 17, 2015, NYDailyNews.com

If Phil Jackson is playing the same Jedi mind tricks with Carmelo Anthony he did with Kobe Bryant when they were winning championships together, it will certainly make for a fascinating interview one day.

Bryant revealed to GQ Magazine in a story posted online Tuesday that Jackson would press his buttons so often that at one point he thought, “F--- it. I’m done with this guy” when Jackson was the coach of the Los Angeles Lakers and Bryant was his young star.

At the same time, Bryant admitted that he was “very stubborn” and like a “wild horse” in his early years and Jackson was only “trying to tame me,” according to the interview.

Bryant told a story of how he would speak to Jackson in secret and then Jackson would use those very same conversations to paint an unflattering picture of Bryant to the media during the Lakers run of three straight titles from 2000-02.

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Thursday, April 24, 2014

FLASHBACK: The Sexcapades, Sex Assaults, Drunkenness of Ted "Lion of Senate" Kennedy --Hey, but he wasn't racist.

April 24, 2014 Dirksen Senate Office Building , Edward Kennedy 0 Comments
By Michael Kelly, Apr. 2007, GQ.com

When GQ sent Michael Kelly to profile one of America's most powerful men, Kelly was a young writer, and unknown. But after three months of reporting, thousands of pages of research, and over seventy interviews with everyone in Washington, from congressmen to waiters on Capitol Hill, he filed this famous portrait of Edward M. Kennedy, remarkable not only for its courage in exposing a senator's vices but also for the balance of its tone. GQhas published many celebrated political articles over the years—profiles of George W. Bush and Colin Powell, interviews with John Kerry and Chuck Hagel, to name a few—but this one may well be the best. Michael Kelly went on to cover the Gulf War for this magazine and to edit The New Republic and The Atlantic Monthly in turn. Tragically, in 2003, his Humvee crashed under enemy fire in Iraq.

TED KENNEDY ON THE ROCKS

The once-strong voice of liberalism is now slurred, but the bibulous Kennedy boyo remains the life of the party

GQ, February 1990

Edward Moore Kennedy works harder than most people think, and this morning he is working very hard at a simple but crucial task. He is trying to face the day. It is 9:30 A.M, September 26, and Kennedy is in Room 138 of the Dirksen Senate Office Building to introduce a bill to lure new and better teachers. This kind of thing is ice cream and cake for any practiced politician, a simple piece of business that will provoke few tough questions and at least a few approving editorials. But for Kennedy it seems a great challenge, and no fun at all. He hastens tonelessly through his prepared statement like a court stenographer reading back testimony to the judge. He passes off most of the perfunctory and easy questions to the other politicians and education-Establishment figures joining him, and he stares into space as the other men do the job. When he goes to the podium to introduce his fellow speakers, he walks with a nervous, cautious shuffle, like Steve McQueen after he's been let out of solitary in Papillon. When he holds out the piece of white paper to read the introductions of men he's known for decades, it flutters and shakes in the still air.

Up close, the face is a shock. The skin has gone from red roses to gin blossoms. The tracery of burst capillaries shines faintly through the scaly scarlet patches that cover the bloated, mottled cheeks. The nose that was once straight and narrow is now swollen and bulbous, with open pores and a bump of what looks like scar tissue near the tip. Deep corrugations crease the forehead and angle from the nostrils and the downturned corners of the mouth. The Chiclet teeth are the color of old piano keys. The eyes have yellowed too, and they are so bloodshot, it looks as if he's been weeping.

Edward Kennedy was once the handsomest of the handsome Kennedy boys, with a proudly jutting chin, a Nelson Eddy jaw and Cupid's-bow lips under a thatch of chestnut hair. When he is dieting and on the wagon, there is a glimpse of that still, which makes it all the harder to see him as he more often is. There is a great desire to remember him as we remember his brothers. The Dorian Grays of Hyannis Port, John and Robert, have perpetual youth and beauty and style, and their faces are mirrors of all that is better and classier and richer than us. Ted is the reality, the 57-year-old living picture of a man who has feasted on too much for too long with too little restraint, the visible proof that nothing exceeds like excess.
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After the press conference, as reporters hustle around Kennedy for follow-up questions, it becomes clear that something is especially wrong today with his left eye, which he has been poking and rubbing. He has lost a contact lens. Motioning for room, he slowly searches the floor. A reporter spots the lens and scoops it up with a forefinger. Kennedy takes out a contacts case and screws it open so the reporter can drop in the lens. But there is a problem. The senator's right hand is shaking so violently that he cannot hold the case steady. The reporter hovers his finger over the case, trying to coordinate the path of the lens with that of the case—but the case is all over the map, jiggling up, down, left, right. For a second, Kennedy gets it steady and the reporter swoops in—but there goes the hand again, and the case is off, jogging to the right and the left for another few agonizing seconds before Kennedy stills his hand and the reporter drops the lens home, safe. The senator slowly screws the top back on, to the evident relief of a young aide who stands at his elbow, clutching the boss's bottle of Visine.

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