It started with a 0.9s lore in the spring of 2005 and ended with a plane crash in the spring of 2020.
Fifteen years have passed in a flash, and before I know it, Kobe has been with me for half of my life.
Although it wasn't because of him that I liked basketball, he made me love and understand basketball more.
In a sense, all the blood of youth was poured into him and his team.
The ups and downs of winning and losing are the norm, and the important thing is the attitude of never admit defeat.
Somebody has to win, so why not be me? This sentence has had a tremendous impact on me, and has accompanied me through countless ups and downs and difficulties.
But how many science fans can move on this accident on the other side?
He should live to be 101 years old to be a real NBA living fossil, shouldn't he?
Never let go. Can never be reconciled.
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