Dear Basketball

                          WALTER IOOSS JR./THE PLAYERS' TRIBUNE

                          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