There were two players who simply by watching play would make you a better player. Like you just had to watch Kobe play and you'd immediately be better the next time you played. It's just the way he moved, his confidence. MJ and Kobe. They're like cats. Once in a while you could take a shot with a mental image of Kobe fading away and like magic it's a swish.
His first few games were so funny...just a kid throwing up whatever he could think of. Traveling. Air balls. But that movement. There was a real difference between him and everybody else. And that game he ruptured his achilles tendon. If you rupture your achilles you're in a pile on the ground until someone scoops you onto a cart and heads to the locker room. Kobe gets up and shoots two free throws and then walks off the court like he's mad about tweaking his ankle. Riposare in Pace Mamba Nero.
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