I didn't get a chance to check in to this site today until now. It's been a long day. Almost like a bad dream.
My wife woke me up to the news this morning. And to be honest, I'm still not processing it. It upset me in ways I wouldn't have imagined.
It feels just like when news broke that John Lennon, Michael Jackson and Robin Williams passed. Unexpected and surreal.
I realize things like this happen. To regular joes we don't know. To family and friends. And to celebs we admire and follow. But it's still something many aren't prepared for.
I know there are many out there that don't understand why millions and millions of people can be affected so deeply and profoundly by someone they either never met or really didn't know even if they did. But it's just not that simple.
Even without actually ever meeting a person, if you've grown up following their career, watching their performances and hearing them speak in public -- it's easy to feel like you know them a little bit. And in truth, you do. No matter how little that might be. Personality comes out via performance.
Whether it be music, sports, literature, politics, whatever. People are often moved and inspired by those that can do things they can't. Or are great at professions or hobbies they enjoy following. Hence they feel a connection to them.
There's absolutely nothing wrong with that.
I was 25 yo when Kobe was drafted into the NBA. His playing career up until today has encompassed half my life. I remember believing he’d be in for a reality check competing against grown men and wouldn't make the cut. Afterall, that kind of jump just didn't happen back then! While it took a couple seasons for him to get into the starting lineup & really flourish, I’ve never been more wrong about a players future than his.
I saw him play in person numerous times at ARCO and even once in PHX back in early 2003.
While I'm clearly an anti-Lakers guy, I vividly recall most of his 20 year career. From playing behind Eddie Jones to the air balls in Utah to the food poising here in Sacramento to the 81 point game against Toronto to the final game of his career. I remember & appreciate it all. I feel privileged to have watched his career.
It wasn't always that way, though. Circa 1996 - 2005, I couldn't stand Kobe or Shaq. Or Phil Jackson. Or any of the other Lakers players. I really had nothing but contempt for that franchise (still do).
But as I got older, and both Kobe and Shaq got older, I grew to appreciate and admire their careers. They both grew up as people as they aged and started their families. By accounts of those that do know Kobe, he's been a good husband and father for quite a long time now. It's clear he was an active and loving parent of 4 daughters. And I can relate to that. I also relate to his 'Mamba Mentality'.
For a long while now, I've considered myself a converted fan even though I rooted against him and his team. I fully realize, like everyone, he's a flawed human being. And made mistakes. And I don't even want anyone to dredge up or discuss negatives from his past that may or may not be true (unbelievably, I've seen someone do this on social media). Now is not the time for any of that nonsense.
While I'm still salty over the 2002 Western Conference Finals and firmly believe the KINGS were the better team, it was a privilege to watch our team battle Shaq & Kobe. I’ll never forget that era of basketball. EVER.
IMO, that was one of best playoff series of all-time. In my lifetime anyway. And it wasn't even the Finals. In spirit it probably was, though, as they were the two best teams. And it took two HOF players, a half court buzzer beater that shouldn't have counted along with a fluky batted ball w/ tenths of a second remaining in GM3, and a sketchy GM6 to beat our KINGS. I take a tiny bit of solace in that.
So, with all that said, the news today really shook me up. Add to it that 8 other human beings, including children, lost their lives and countless others forever affected by the loss. My son currently lives in Simi Valley, which is mere miles from where the accident occurred. So I felt connected in other ways as well.
It's just surreal to me to hear or read "Kobe Bryant gone at 41". I just can't wrap my head around it or believe it yet. Which is silly. But true.
I'll end by saying, thoughts an prayers to all involved. And to those that are affected by it in any way.