Dear Kobe,
I became a basketball fan after my mom signed me up to play in a local little league at the YMCA. It was 2000 and I was five-years-old. A spark in me grew every time my feet touched the court and I quickly began eating up any information about the NBA. I checked out every book on basketball my elementary school had and wore out the daily newspaper’s sports section every morning. Among all the words, stats, and facts, one name was consistent–Kobe Bryant.
You were a star, and 2000 was just the beginning.