Opinion: Kobe Bryant’s legendary life wasn’t supposed to end in a nightmare
Man is not built to fly. Some still do.
Kobe Bryant did. He flew through the air of suburban Philadelphia basketball courts and he flew over college altogether and landed in the NBA as a 17-year-old, where he flew through defenders, flew through the record books, flew through the hero worship and the criticism, flew through the worst kind of controversy, flew through 20 seasons with the same L.A. Lakers team, and, when his body could no longer handle those heights, he flew into retirement and a new life as a storyteller, for which, before his 40th birthday, he had already collected an Academy Award.
Kobe Bryant flew through life. But even seasoned pilots warn that the air is not benevolent. As Sunday unfolded in a foggy Southern California, morning, Bryant, 41, was flying again, this time inside a helicopter with eight other people. One of them was his 13-year-old daughter, Gianna. They were reportedly heading for a youth basketball game where she was to play and he was to coach.
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They never landed.
Kobe Bryant is dead. His daughter is dead. The other passengers and pilots in that helicopter are dead, after it crashed into a hillside in Calabasas, California. As of this writing, no one is saying exactly what went wrong.
The media is thick with tweeted tributes to Bryant from celebrities and NBA stars. The sports channels are rerunning every amazing, gravity-defying, eye-blinking move that Kobe made en route to five NBA championship rings.
But none of it feels appropriate. It all feels too …
Early.
Different sides of Kobe
This feels less a time for tribute than for tragedy. A father and daughter have been cut down far too young, leaving behind three sisters — one a newborn — and a heartbroken wife and mother. The other passengers leave behind shocked and grieving loved ones as well.
Kobe wasn’t immortal
Detroiters may remember Bryant best in defeat, a rare defeat, when the 2004 Pistons shocked the heavily favored Lakers and won the NBA Finals in five games, the last of which shook the Palace to its core. Only in Game 2, at the Staples Center, did Bryant hit a dagger of a shot to send the game to overtime and the sole L.A. victory.
Meanwhile, Bryant told a Los Angeles newspaper a few years ago that one of his favorite career moments came in Detroit, when, during a conversation between the captains, a Pistons player snuck in, even though he wasn’t a captain. According to Bryant’s account, the player said, “I just wanted to shake (Kobe’s) hand.”
Added Bryant: “I just saw the hand come from around Andre Drummond, and I shook it.”
Bryant liked his place in the game. He liked it when he was the young buck, and he liked when he was the elder statesman. He was thoughtful, reflective, sometimes even meandering in his interviews, but always with an intelligence and worldview that came from growing up partly in a foreign country (Italy) and being an international ambassador of the game.
He once scored 81 points in a game. And in his final performance as a Laker, he dropped 60 on the Utah Jazz. Sixty in your finale? I don’t care if they’re feeding you every pass. Scoring 60 points at age 37 … is damn amazing.
And Kobe Bryant was amazing.
He just wasn’t immortal.
Famous people sometimes ponder what the first paragraph of their obituary will feature. Kobe Bryant’s should have come 40 or 50 years from now, and should have contained a great deal about his life’s accomplishments.
Instead that obituary now contains as much of how shockingly he died as how he lived, and that is a shame. There are no words for a man who loses his life and his daughter at the same time. No bucket of sadness could hold all those tears. There may be debate over how or why people need helicopters to get to places others drive to, but this is not the time for that.
This is the time to look stunned at the frailty of life and the unflinching grab of death, even when the subjects are so young and strong and blessed and, well, unlikely.
A.E. Houseman’s haunting poem “To An Athlete Dying Young’’ starts this way:
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
Now, Kobe Bryant and his daughter will go home a different way. It’s the wrong way. The tragic way.
Kobe was once asked by the media to reflect on his 20 years in the NBA. This is how he answered:
“How many kids can say growing up that they’ll turn pro and play for their favorite team in the world and spend their entire career there? It’s been a dream.”
And now it feels like a nightmare.
