FYI. This shirt was given to me by my nephew (Philip, son of my cousin Luz) who's based in L.A. back in '98. They weren't champions then and you get to have Kobe sign autographs without a wink. Originally, I told him to buy me a jersey and have Kobe sign on it with a marker. While Philip was working in the hospital, he by chance spotted Kobe with his sister stepping out of the elevator. (Kobe's sister went to her OB Gyne in that same hospital). Without my jersey and without a marker, Philip thought what was best to keep his Tito (Uncle) really, really happy. He got a ballpen, gave it to Kobe, and have him sign on his one-day-old shirt. Duh? And the rest was history. Up til now, I keep staring at the faded signature of the once simple, child-like, electrifying Kobe Bryant and thanked God I have Philip who's had basketball as his life-long support system. To Kobe and Philip, Kudos! And to all my friends who has no Kobe signature...you have to have one Philip in your life!
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where is a Philip when you need one? :D
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