When people wake me up, every single time, something bad has happened. When my uncle died, when my cat was hit by a car and died, when I had a seizure, and most recently when Kobe died. It was the middle of the day and I was trying to get a nap before a long night at work when my dad came bursting in my room.
“Connor! Wake up! Kobe died!”
What the fuck are you talking about?
“He died in a helicopter crash, they think his daughter was with him too. It’s horrible.”
My dad came running into my room to wake me up because he knew that Kobe was my favorite athlete. Ever. Born in Philly and his father is a Sixers legend. The only other form of organized basketball in America that Bryant played outside of a Lakers jersey, was for Lower Merion and Team USA. Kobe Bryant: big Eagles guy.
Kobe was in his prime when I was growing up and dismantling the Celtics, who I hate. I still remember the 2010 Finals Game 7 to this day as vividly as I remember this morning. My favorite t-shirt of all time was a white Nike tee with a Black Mamba and all five of his Lakers rings wrapped around the tail. I wore it until there were fucking holes in it.
The important thing that can’t be forgotten when writing about the Kobe Bryant tragedy is the loss of his daughter, Gigi, and the other passengers on board. Including a couple and their daughter who leave two additional children orphaned.
It’s the biggest death of an athlete in my lifetime and probably of any celebrity, because, fuck Michael Jackson.
Bryant was also leading a new life off the court, diving into film and childhood education, while also coaching up young NBA players and empowering athletes in the WNBA.
While Kobe’s death has impacted people globally, the tragedy hurts one person the most and that’s Vanessa Bryant. Who lost a husband and a daughter who was becoming a dominant player and person in her own right.
I am sixteen years younger than Kobe is at the time of his death. I fully believed that the human version of Ironman was going to outlive me. It makes sense that a freak accident that could be written like a Greek tragedy was the only thing possible to take him and his daughter.
The NBA should retire No. 8 and No. 24. Rest peacefully champ.
Connor B. Schlegel