1. Bless you Kobe Bryant for making that three with 12 seconds left. You had no business taking that shot in the first place, but you made it.
2. Bless you Kobe Bryant for doing the Sam Cassell Big Balls dance on the way to the bench.
3. Bless you Jeff Van Gundy for recognizing the dance as such and applauding Bryant for it.

Now, the Lakers lost the game anyway because of an absolutely lucky play and stupid gambling defense by Fisher. If you stand right in front of Mason, what are the odds he makes that three? Really poor. Really poor. So just stand there with your arms up! You don't need a steal! You wouldn't even have gotten a steal. You'd have knocked the ball out of bounds, so the Spurs would have gotten to inbound again. It's all risk, no reward on that play.

Not to mention an absolutely bullshit lack of a foul call on the final play with Ariza going to the basket. Why'd he travel, you fucking morons? Because he got hit! A player doesn't just travel because he feels like it! He travels because he gets knocked off his goddamn spot by the defense. Bullshit. Fucking bullshit.

But let's remember the context of this game: L.A. seriously shorthanded, especially on ballhandlers, second half of a back-to-back, on the road, with a fairly hectic recent schedule, San Antonio with its full complement of players, up by 11 with seven to play, and they win on luck and bullshit.