Kobe | Dear basketball, you asked me to work hard but I gave my heart

Kurt 2022-04-19 09:03:09

"Dear Basketball:

From when I rolled my dad's socks into balls

From the moment he pretended to score the game-winning shot at the Great Western Forum

I understand one thing

I fall in love with you

The depth of this love makes me give it all

Extending from my conscious body to spirit and soul

As a six-year-old boy who loves you deeply

What I see is never the end of the tunnel

but the self who came out of it

So I keep running

Every time I get the ball, I'm running hard on the field

you want me to work hard

I gave my heart

Because this way I will get more

I don't know how much sweat

how many injuries

Not because the challenge is calling me

but because you're calling me

I have given everything for you

Because you make me feel my presence

Nothing can replace

You gave a six-year-old boy a Lakers dream

For this I will always love you

But I can't continue this love any time soon

I've burned my last strength this season

My heart can still handle the violent beating

My brain can still calculate complex tactics

But my body had to say goodbye

it does not matter

I think I'm ready to say goodbye to you

I tell you this now

Just to reminisce every moment with you

for better or for worse

We gave our all to each other

we all know

whatever i do next

I'll always be the one who rolls socks into balls

little boy throwing it in the corner trash can

5 seconds left on the timer

the ball is in my hand

5-4-3-2-1

- always love you Kobe

"

The entire screen is completely the texture of sketch paper, the characters and lines drawn in pencil are vivid and smooth, yes, they are playing basketball. The world is a lead color, only Kobe's jersey is colored, 8 and 24 are so dazzling. The soft or exciting background music is mixed with applause and Kobe's own voice, telling Kobe's paranoia and love for basketball.

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  • Kobe Bryant: 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