What would Kobe do?

Seeley One Kobe Blog 08/14/2010
Recently some of the members of Central Divide regions Seeley crew got to take part in the most important job they have ever had, or ever will have. Picking deadly and invasive Knap-weed from areas in the Rocky Mountain Front, as part of their yearly community weed pull. After three days of roadside weed pulling, we met up with our sponsor Mark and several hundred Choteau community members. Together we embarked on a race against time, to rid the area of the invasive devil along the highway. Hours passed and hands grew sore, but we pulled through, and managed to pull eight hundred pounds of Knap-weed. There were prizes to be won, and MCC members cleaned house. Taking home two plaques for longest root and most pounds pulled per group, and a very stunning camouflage hat. But the real prize of the day was one that had been pined over and longingly studied. This prize was a five foot beauty of American engineering, a shovel to put it simply, complete with tempered steel spade, and fiber-glass handle. The crew members of MCC wanted that shovel, no needed it. One member in particular talked about this shovel all day, claiming he would win it. Then beyond all odds, and reason, that faithful number was called...seven....seven....four....eight, and the shovel became part of Montana lore for all of history.
The shovel, properly secured on top of the rig, was returned safely to Helena, where it received a heroes welcome. Trumpet's rung out, and confetti rained down, and Greg Ross wept at the sight of such glorious bounty. He proclaimed the shovel should be set in gold, and transformation was one of majesty. Now back to Seeley Lake the crew went, shovel in tow, to finish some turn-pikes and the community canoe trail. The day's passed mostly uneventfully, and the crew grew tired and worn-down, they needed a boost of spirits. One faithful afternoon, while the members enjoyed lunch and recharged, a man came before them. At first the crew made no notice of this towering man, and went about their lunch as before. But soon the man was drawn to a shinning gleam in the gravel pile, a fleck of gold in the sunny afternoon. As he approached the pile, and neared the crew, they realized this was no ordinary man. But a man of myth and legend equal to that of the shovels, this was indeed destiny at work, and the god's were watching Seeley Lake that day. The man was no other than NBA All-Star Kobe Bryant, he was transfixed with the shovel, and pleaded with the crew to allow him to endorse this shovel with his signature. How could they deny such a historic meeting, they jumped at the opportunity. As Mr. Bryant, or Kobe as we have grown to call him, paddled slowly away with his family, he was seen glancing back longingly towards the gleam of gold in the gravel pile. And a slight reflection of light bouncing of his face, maybe the sign of a single tear slowly rolling down.
Needless to say the shovel was careful rapped in the garbs of the crew, and stowed safely atop the rig. In made its safe journey home, and sits under lock and key in a house on a hillside nestled away in Helena. The legend has taken on a life of it's own, and spread far and wide across the great treasure state of Montana. Children stop by often to inquire about the shovel, and beg of a single glance, sports fans and connoisseurs of celebrity signed yard tools have made countless offers to buy it. But a prize like this is earned not purchased. Surely this can't be the end of this shovels journey, the tale has only just started, but if you find your self awake at night dreaming of what's next for the stunning spade. Just ask your self, as we find our selves asking, 'What would Kobe do?'.