He played a beautiful game beautifully.
He made me want to have a better jump shot.
He made me want to love the game more.
He made me want to have more passion for the things I did.
He made me want to find the mamba in me.
He was flawed.
He loved his daughters dearly.
He had just started the next chapter of his life.
Gigi never got to.
He wasn’t even 40 dammit.
I miss Kobe.
I can’t stop thinking what if.
(Josh Klapow)
