On November 29th
2015, Kobe Bryant announced his retirement from the NBA. He did it through
social media, and he did it through a poem:
Dear Basketball,
From the moment
I started rolling my dad’s tube socks
And shooting imaginary
Game-winning shots
In the Great Western Forum
I knew one thing was real:
I fell in love with you.
A love so deep I gave you my all —
From
my mind & body
To my spirit & soul.
As a six-year-old boy
Deeply in love with you
I never saw the end of the tunnel.
I only saw myself
Running out of one.
And so I ran.
I
ran up and down every court
After every loose ball for you.
You asked for my hustle
I gave you my heart
Because it came with so much more.
I played through the sweat and hurt
Not
because challenge called me
But because YOU called me.
I did everything for YOU
Because that’s what you do
When someone makes you feel as
Alive as you’ve made me feel.
You gave a six-year-old boy his Laker dream
And
I’ll always love you for it.
But I can’t love you obsessively for much longer.
This season is all I have left to give.
My heart can take the pounding
My mind can handle the grind
But my body knows it’s time to say goodbye.
And that’s OK.
I’m
ready to let you go.
I want you to know now
So we both can savor every moment we have left together.
The good and the bad.
We have given each other
All that we have.
And we both know, no matter what I do next
I’ll
always be that kid
With the rolled up socks
Garbage can in the corner
:05 seconds on the clock
Ball in my hands.
5 … 4 … 3 … 2 … 1
Love you always,
Kobe
Love him or hate
him, Kobe Bryant will always be mentioned in the same sentence with Michael
Jordan, simply because he has been the splitting image of His Airness ever
since Jordan stepped off the scene with the Chicago Bulls in 1999 (He would later return to play for the Washington Wizards in 2001, but I don’t think many people cared to see him play beyond his prime).
When Jordan
retired in 1999, all I could see was the slow-motion movements of his final
shot, the game-winner against Utah. Bob Costas said something like, “here is
the greatest player to ever play the game. If this is the last image we will
ever get to see, oh what an image it is.” Third Eye Blind’s “How’s It Gonna Be”
was playing in the background, and a great sadness fell upon me. “No more
Jordan,” is all I could think about. I couldn’t believe it.
I grew up
watching Michael Jordan play, and, like millions of people around the world,
was mesmerized by his athleticism. No one had ever seen a man stay in the air
for that long, contort his body, change direction in mid-flight, scoring at
will. It was incredible. I was ten years old when Jordan won his first
championship in 1991, and I never missed a playoff game since. I couldn’t wait
to see his next move, his next attack, the next annihilation of his opponent.
Gatorade got it right with their commercial, “Be Like Mike,” with the lyrics:
“Sometimes I dream, that he is me. You’ve got to see that’s how I dream to be.
I dream I move, I dream I groove, like Mike. If I could be like Mike.” That was
my mantra. That was my prayer. I didn’t just want to be like Michael Jordan. I
wanted to be Michael Jordan.
Kobe Bryant entered
the scene in 1996 with Jordan preparing to deliver his second three-peat championship
barrage. Coming straight out of high school at eighteen years old, Kobe’s skill level
was already high, and his style of play was very much Jordan-esque. People didn’t
know what to make of this kid. Some people loved him right off the bat. Others,
including myself, just kind of brushed him off with a smug, “we’ll see. He
plays like Jordan, but can he really be ‘the next Michael Jordan?’” I honestly
thought that no one could ever come close to what Michael Jordan accomplished on
and off the basketball court. I was wrong. With twenty years in the league,
Kobe has already passed up Jordan’s record of 32,292 points with his own 32,844
total points, along with five rings under his belt, two Finals MVP awards,
seventeen All-Star appearances, along with many other awards and titles.
Michael Jordan will always be the G.O.A.T. (Greatest of All Time), but Kobe
Bryant has earned every ounce of respect to be great in his own right.
With the
announcement of Kobe’s retirement, I can’t help but bring back the memories of
Jordan’s retirement in 1999. With Jordan retiring that January, and me
graduating high school five months later,1999 was a poignant year. It was the
end of one era and the beginning of the next. I could no longer revolve my life
around Jordan’s next game, or Jordan’s next championship. It was over. It was
done. I didn’t realize how much of my life was dedicated to watching Michael
Jordan play. He was a basketball god to me. And I worshiped him.
“Kobe’s cursed
just as much as I am,” were the words uttered from Jordan’s mouth, responding
to Bryant’s retirement. Kobe and Jordan would give anything to keep playing the
game that they love, and we as fans would give anything to watch these two
greats battle it out in a never-ending war between 23 and 24. Alas, that could
never be. As great as these two men are, no amount of human greatness can
compete against Mother Nature and Father Time. In the end, time always wins.
The shot clock always runs out.