He was born chasing the game as the son of a jumping Jellybean and he died chasing the game as the dad of someone whose time upon the stage was fast approaching.
And in between he was one of those one word answers: Kobe. Someone who lived seemingly an entire life in the public eye. Often invincible, but not free of blemishes. Driven to victory, with a grin that informed us that your best was not the same as his.
And in between he was one of those one word answers: Kobe. Someone who lived seemingly an entire life in the public eye. Often invincible, but not free of blemishes. Driven to victory, with a grin that informed us that your best was not the same as his.
When someone dies before his time, in a moment of unexpected and terrible tragedy, we feel a loss multiplied by its suddenness and viciousness. For many, Kobe Bryant was a hero, his remarkable skills amplified by his unwavering devotion to his profession. And today there is a profound, numbing sadness in his absence.
His poetry on the court, in the end matched by his words as he departed, his love for what he was born to do spilling over in a remarkable anthem of thanks for a sport that filled his world from his first days.
To his last.