dad, uncle dave, and i took a day trip to the
naismith basketball hall of fame in springfield. it wasn’t that bad of a drive,
a little less than charlotte to raleigh, so under 2 hours. when we got there,
we walked around, shot some hoops, and ate subway. it was crazy i was walking
around all this history. we even went to the kobe exhibit. it was small, but
still special. they had his game-worn 81 point game kobe 1’s on display, as
well some of his jerseys. there was a room that you could walk into that had two
screens on opposite ends. one played a montage of kobe’s career, while the
other played his oscar-winning short, dear baskeball. as i stood in that room
and watched his career flash in front of my eyes, i was thinking how i’m in my
favorite lakers jersey in my favorite kobe’s reminiscing about my favorite
player. it finally hit me that he’s really gone, which is an insane revelation
to have surrounded by strangers in public.
although we had a really good time, i wish circumstances were different enough to where that exhibit didn’t exist.
-ratha, 5:24pm, 5.30.21