My first memories of Kobe Bryant happened to be with my father
Mamba Out
Kobe was his favorite player. I remember regular Saturdays and weekday evenings where I would sit with him during his free time and watch him play his NBA game on his PlayStation.
These were possibly the most momentous times of my early life. I couldn’t tell you the exact game it was, but I do remember that he would always use Kobe. I would fall in love with the sounds of the announcers and the premature onomatopoeia that comes with a 90’s basketball game. I would study the nuances and try myself when he wasn’t watching. Learning, experiencing the game as I bonded with my Father.
As a young child, learning the game came from this interaction with my father. These gave me my first thoughts of this game I grew to love today. It’s Ironic to me that my first impressions of Kobe and my last impressions of Kobe would be through fatherhood. Me bonding with my father as he played his NBA games. And for Kobe, his bonding with his 13-year-old daughter Gianna as he began to develop and evolve her love for the game of…
