As someone who looks to keep the mood light, the vibes right, I'd be remiss not to discuss the significance of the subject title above. Today, 8-24 (the former jersey numbers of Bryant), has been declared 'Kobe Bryant Day' in Ocean County, California, to commemorate the NBA Icon who tragically passed away earlier this year following a horrific helicopter crash. Bryant would've turned 42 yesterday.
During our recent lockdown, where the majority of the country had nothing but time to spare, I did a little binge watching of Kobe highlights and interviews; still in awe of his greatness on the court, still in utter disbelief about his chilling death. Taking a moment to reflect, Bryant's passing hit me in a way I could've never imagined. Why, you ask? Well, for those interested in finding out about how my fandom began, I ask that you click on the link below:
I've never been the starstruck type; celebrities are people just like you and I, but for tears to overflow for a man I never met a day in my life was something different. Just the year before, I was greatly bothered by Nipsey Hussle's murder, someone I'd finally warm up to musically after years of following his rise. The only other celebrities whose death triggered an emotional nerve - Michael Jackson and Prince - two staples of my childhood. I get it, people transition from the world everyday, but in the spirit of writing, I wanted to use this opportunity to pay homage to the 'Black Mamba.' Long live Kobe Bryant.