Post#749 » by TurinTurambar » Tue Jan 28, 2020 7:36 am
So I've been thinking of something, anything to say really, which is of course impossible in this situation because there just are no words to convey the feelings being processed right now, so I'm just going to ramble for a bit.
I was 11 years old when Kobe was drafted. I grew up to that point watching guys like Magic or Jordan or Bird or whoever, and while I always admired and respected them as much as I was dazzled by them, I didn't really relate to them a ton on a personal level. Then the Lakers acquire this 17 year old coming straight out of high school, and I just thought that was so **** cool. Here's this kid, just six years older than me, and he's going to be playing for my team.
I was 31 years old when Kobe retired. It's funny, I've been thinking about him basically nonstop for well over 24 hours now, and it's just crazy how someone can have such an impact on your life, and since its happening gradually over the course of such a long time, you hardly notice it.
Kobe made me a bigger, better fan of basketball. I fell more in love with the game as I continued to grow up watching him grow both on and off the court. I don't think I would be the Lakers fan I am today if it wasn't for Kobe. I don't think I'd be the Magic Johnson fan I am today if it wasn't for him. Or the Shaq fan; or the Michael Jordan fan; or the Kevin Garnett fan; or the Tim Duncan fan; or the LeBron fan...
And it extends beyond basketball. My brother and I were always going to be close siblings, but having 82 plus reasons a year to spend 3 or 4 hours glued to a game (and luckily getting to go to a few here and there), talking about basketball, its history and its players, and letting those conversations dovetail into conversations about art or school or relationships or just life in general. It gave us a reason to have quality time together, and to this day we still meet up whenever we can just to watch a game. He was the first person I came out to, and I find myself wondering if that would have been the case had we not spent all that time together bonding over this silly game with a bouncy orange ball.
He was just always there. For pretty much all of it. I was there, too. I was still there. I had just listened to his interview with Matty and Jax like a week ago. My YouTube history was already littered with Kobe highlights. It's not like he was ever that far from my mind.
I was so excited for him when he won his Oscar, so excited to see what he was going to do as an artist working with different canvasses. It felt so good to see him, of all people, so happy with his daughters and his wife and so content in life after professional basketball.
I still don't feel like I appreciated him enough. I guess that's normal, though. I know this was totally a one sided relationship, and that I was never going to get a chance to tell him any of this, or to thank him for it, and that's fine.
There have been a lot of comparisons to Prince, or Michael Jackson, or even Kennedy, but honestly I haven't felt anything like this from any other celebrity incident. I know it may seem silly, but this feels more like when my grandma passed.
I hope I get to be a girl dad one day.