January 27th, 2020
Second chances are not granted to everyone and sometimes those who do not deserve them, get them. He was, by his own admission someone who perhaps was not worthy of a second chance but he got one.
Had a day to think about this.
Focussing just on Kobe for the minute. He was a hell of basketball player. One of the top 3 modern basketball players. Along with MJ and Lebron. Top 10 all time IMO and some will say top 3 all time. Absolute pro. Mean streaked. Ball hog. Fearless. Champion.
His legacy is set in stone and he was obviously an inspiration to many. I’m not going to dwell too much on the most controversial aspect of his career but I will say this. Second chances are not granted to everyone and sometimes those who do not deserve them, get them. He was, by his own admission someone who perhaps was not worthy of a second chance but he got one. He didn’t waste it. He became a great on the court and started to really blossom as a businessman and positive mentor off it. His production company was making big moves, Dear Basketball won him an Oscar and his Detail series with Daniel Cormier was excellent.
I’m sad because my son came in this morning upset that someone he idolised was gone. I was never a Kobe guy. I loved Jordan and hated the the Lakers. But I know what his impact on the sport was. I know I have made multiple shot attempts at my work bin. Saying “Kobe” as I missed with rolled up pieces of paper. I know he was loved by millions and the grief is mostly real. Tons of attention seeking posts for likes etc. Some classless posts about the controversy. But mostly it’s shock, disbelief and real sadness. I learned to like him in these last few years. He had an old school mentality, the Achilles tear free throws are something Buck Shelford would be proud of. His “soft” gif is a personal favourite to use on group messenger when a mate is being, well, soft.
Watching Lebron on the tarmac today, not knowing he was being filmed and clearly genuinely distraught was hard to watch.
The saddest thing in all of this though is that through his daughters basketball we got to see a softer side to him. Watching him go over game strategies with her court side and seeing him light up when she got it was brilliant. That moment, when your child gets it, is something we all hope to experience. And Ironically it was that thing, that shared love for a silly ball that led to their untimely passing. life is so unfair sometimes.