Dear Kobe.
I told myself tragedy wouldn’t be the reason I started writing again, yet here I am. Man, where do I even start?
Sundays. What a day you’ve become. I’ve lost the two male figures in life who I ever saw as heroes. Kobe and my dad, even though I don’t often speak about the latter. Frankly, I don’t know when I ever will but this one I can. So here we go.
You were my hero, man. Still are. Speaking about you in the past tense still doesn’t even feel real to me. I don’t know if I’ve felt like this 2017. Not only me, but my brother as well. Sundays used to mean the world to us. For one, I was born on a Sunday but for the most part I just see it as a grim day now. My brother and I would watch football in the mornings, something you loved as well. But as we waited for Sunday roast, we’d congregate to watch you. We looked forward to it, every weekend. It’s the only occasion my mom would look past her then 10 and 15 year old son’s bedtime. So we would be able to watch you, our favourte sportsman. Kobe and Laker sunday white’s. What a time. Man, this hurts.
I’m gonna be honest, as 10 year old kid I couldn’t quite comprehend why others adored you so much. As a near 24 year old now. (How fitting, I know) I completely get it. You embodied greatness on the floor. For that, my brother followed you closely, so like every younger brother. So did I. And I couldn’t be more thankful that I did.
I had to have just been coming into my own around ’06 when the playoffs came around. By far my favourite moment and memory. Not because it was your best, but because it made me aware of your greatness. It made me want to emulate that. Albeit, in a different sport. Your sheer will to win was outstanding to see. So was the uplifting of teammates who were clearly not on the same wavelength as you. It made me understand sports, how to lead and more importantly life.
I could go on and on about Kobe moments, any one who followed basketball can. That’s not what this post is about. It’s about paying homage to my childhood hero. It’s about saying thank you. Thank you for your 20 years in LA, for your 18 All-Stars, for your MVP, 2 Finals MVP’s, 33,643 Points, 7047 Rebounds and 6306 Assists. Thank you for the 5 titles you brought to our franchise. Thank you for instilling a Mamba Mentality into everything I do, making sure that I’m never satisfied with 2nd place. You gave this 12 year old boy in Manchester a license to dream; and taught him to work hard for each of those dreams to come true.
Looking at you after retirement, I thought my admiration for you would have ended after your mic drop on “Mamba Out,” it didn’t. It was surreal to see how as a father and outside of the basketball realm, you were still in your zone. Mamba Mentality throughout. Just in different areas of life now. People work for an Academy Award for decades, and then there was you. Kobe Bean Bryant. Coming in clutch a mere 2 years after retiring, conquering that world too.
Your bond with Gianna was special to me. She would have grown up to be special too. That’s why this is so much more heartbreaking. Mambacita was really going to run riot in the NCAA and WNBA the same way you did in the latter’s organization. It would have been fun to see. She had the same glint in her eye as you did, and you could just tell how proud you were of her and vice versa. You could tell that her excelling was more important to you than what you accomplished in your playing days.
Man this sucks. To sum it all up, this has been therapeutic writing to you. I really couldn’t come to grips with you not being here anymore. I still can’t to some degree. A world with no more Kobe Bryant. Wow. I still can’t talk about you in the past tense. That said, you wouldn’t want me to be distraught. You would have wanted all of us to instill Mamba Mentality even in these tough times so that’s what I’m going to do. All my achievements will now be dedicated to you two, my idols.
Hopefully, our paths will cross someday, in a place that none of us really understand. Till then, say hi to Five for me. My heroes. Love y’all forever.