This? Is Kobe Bryant’s idea of an apology. OK, well not really Kobe‘s idea, probably, but the enforced idea that will allow him to remain a good old basketball player in the eyes of the world, and not a homophobic, accused-rapist twat who can barely string two words together that aren’t filled with hate for people who don’t have the same pushy, unrelenting sexual orientation as he does.

Anyway, this is his video. I think it says a lot about a person, what they call people or how they talk to others when they’re angry or disappointed, and from here on out, I’m just flat-out not a Kobe fan, half-assed apology or not.

I know that I probably sound crazy over this whole thing, but the word ‘faggot’ is just as offensive to me as ‘retarded’ is to some of you. Different strokes for different folks, guys, and isn’t that what it’s all about at the end of the day anyway?

Y’all have probably heard by now that Kobe Bryant called a referee a “f*cking f*ggot” (sorry, normally I don’t censor myself here, but those words are pretty gross to type next to each other,) during a game the other night, but I certainly didn’t think that much would come from it. That kind of behavior, regardless of what people say, is unfortunately common in the world of sports. But yo! The NBA slammed him with a $100,000 fine for his hateful speech.

NBA commissioner David Stern said in a public statement, “Kobe Bryant’s comment during last night’s game was offensive and inexcusable. While I’m fully aware that basketball is an emotional game, such a distasteful term should never be tolerated.”

And what did Kobe have to say about his hateful language? Same ol’ excuses/denial/excuses/denial as usual. He spoke to an ESPN radio show and said, “The comment that I made, even though it wasn’t meant in the way it was perceived to be, is nonetheless wrong, so it’s important to own that. It’s important for me to talk about that issue because it’s OK to be who you are and I don’t want this issue to be a part of something or to magnify something that shouldn’t be.”

Oh wow, Kobe! “Owning” your behavior, but never directly apologizing for it. What are you, a misbehaved teenage girl? Charlie Sheen? And thanks so much for saying that it’s okay for people to be who they are. What a learning experience for all of us, you disgusting rapist.

I’ll make the same comment I always make: Not enough gratuitous shots of Michael Phelps’ penis. I don’t think I can get behind this product. But I sure as hell can get behind Michael Phelps … and in front of him, and on top of him, and on my side and in the shower and in the dressing rooms of the Speedo store and … I should stop now.

Thanks GrumpyGirl80!

Although they don’t look particularly happy in this shot, Kobe Bryant and his wife are still out hitting the Hollywood party circuit together. The two left Hyde last night after an evening of partying.

On Sunday, all the celebrities who weren’t at the Disney event for the Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation dragged their asses (and the diapered asses of their small children) all the way down to Anaheim for the opening of the Finding Nemo ride.

I’m primarily interested in these images because, once again, Denise Richards insisted on trotting her obviously anti-camera children in front of photogs again. This time she only brought Sam, leaving Lola at home in peace, I suppose. These children always look unhappy in photos. Why do you insist on doing this to them, Denise?

In stark contrast, Brooke Shields’ little daughters, Rowan and Grier, are absolutely adorable. Mariska Hargitay was there with her son August. Kobe Bryant brought his whole family. Courteney Cox and Lisa Kudrow were there for reasons that baffle me. (Actually, Courteney was probably there because David Arquette and his sister Patricia, who brought her daughter and goddaughter, were.) Leah Remini, Scientologist extraordinaire, brought her husband Angelo Pagan and her daughter, Sofia Bella (Pagan’s three children from his previous marriage clearly lost their invites in the mail). Melissa Joan Hart brought her cutie son Mason. And no event would be complete without the darling Sprouse Brothers, still pretending to be 15 years old.