Kobe's epitaph

Pearl 2022-04-20 09:02:47

This is Kobe's epitaph. Some people say that he is selling feelings, and his dialogue with himself does not need anyone else to criticize him. The rhetoric that he can blow Jordan is really shocking, but now it seems that he is not telling Jordan, he is telling himself that he can blow all opponents, he is telling his teammates that you can too, he is telling All of us have to believe in ourselves. Such stubborn and gentle people are leaving us, coupled with the panic caused by the Year of the Rat epidemic, the world suddenly becomes less real, is it a dream?

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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