Tony
Courseault, my friend who lives in Jacksonville, Florida, is not just a
basketball fan, he’s an astute student of the game. He knows history
and he knows that this history is racist. He knows that the present is
racist too. His observations on the way certain coaches are given a pass
when their teams fail and others are vilified can in fact be
extrapolated to how racist the United States of America is.
Tony
and I were students together way back in 1994-95 in South Central, Los
Angeles, which is the time I became a fan of the LA Lakers. Tony had
been a Laker fan for much longer, but this doesn’t mean he will not go
easy on the team, the players including the stars, the coach and the
management. In fact he is extra-hard on what he calls ‘My Lakers,’ who,
by the way, have caused many fans much grief over the last decade or so.
Tony and I watched and enjoyed the Lakers of the Shaq-Kobe
years at the turn of the millennium. We lost touch at the time of the
Kobe-led championship runs from 2008-2010, and when we reconnected it
was mostly grief, apart from Covid-truncated 2020 when the Lakers of
LeBron James beat the Miami Heat.
So we’ve talked about hoops
or rather Tony has said much and I’ve done a lot of listening. He
taught, I tried to learn, to put it another way. We have celebrated the
victories, entertained hopes and watched them being scrambled beyond
recognition, ranted and raved about players, coaches and management, and
consoled ourselves by discussing hoops in general, the exploits of
teams progressing towards the finals and compared the greats.
All
such discussions were suspended for several weeks in January 2020. I
still remember waking up to a text from Tony three years ago: ‘Kobe is
dead, I can’t believe it.’ Kobe was just 42 when he, along with his daughter and a few others, died in a plane crash on that fateful day, the 26th of January, 2022. It plunged the basketball world into an
unprecedented period of disbelief and sorrow.
Kobe Bryant has
always figured in GOAT (Greatest of All Time) debates with regard to
basketball. Right now, it’s all about LeBron James, who is having a
stellar season at the ‘ripe old age’ of 38, averaging more than 30
points per game and on pace to break the all-time scoring record held
for 40 years by Kareem Abdul-Jabbar (38,387) sometime in early February.
The GOAT debate in any sport never reaches conclusion, that’s a given.
Kobe
was great. There’s unanimous agreement on this and that should suffice.
He’s among the greatest to have played the game, this too is
acknowledged. And, like all greats, he had an exceptional work ethic. He
pushed himself beyond belief. In his words, whenever he noticed
something missing in his game, he not only worked on correcting the
particular flaw, but he climbed ‘Goat mountain.’ He went to the greats,
studied their games, sought and obtained their advice and applied them.
He got better.
Not too long after Kobe died, I wrote about these Goat Mountain visits: “Kobe
visited GOAT Mountain. Now that alone won’t do, obviously. You need
focus. Discipline. Exercise. Fellow travelers on the path to greatness.
Great teachers. The GOATS are there, but there are not hands-on
teachers. They inspire and spending time with them or even being in
their presence can fuel the determination to become better at what you
do. However, for a variety of reasons it’s not everyone who pencils in
‘Visit GOAT Mountain’ in the must-do notebook. Kobe did. It must have
helped.”
So this is not a basketball story. It’s more than
that. Three years later, there will be some talk of Kobe, obviously less
than before. When LeBron passes Kareem, there will be GOAT-talk and
maybe Kobe will figure in some way. LeBron himself has at times spoken
of Kobe as ‘The GOAT.’ LeBron has learned from Kobe. His work ethic has
been no less spectacular. He visits GOAT Mountain frequently enough as almost all great people, in and out of sports, do from time to time.
Rapper
Kendrick Lamar observed, Kobe had ‘an incessant drive to achieve
self-actualization through constant improvement.’ Perhaps, then, this is
the greatest tribute anyone can pay Kobe Bryant: work. Work hard. Just
work hard to go from average to good, good to better and from better to way better. Tony would concur, I’m sure.
['The Morning Inspection' is the title of a column I wrote for the Daily News from 2009 to 2011, one article a day, Monday through Saturday. This is a new series. Links to previous articles in this new series are given below]
Other articles in this series:
The world is made for re-colouring
No 27, Dickman's Road, Colombo 5
Visual cartographers and cartography
Ithaca from a long ago and right now
Lessons written in invisible ink
The amazing quality of 'equal-kindness'
The interchangeability of light and darkness
Sisterhood: moments, just moments
Chess is my life and perhaps your too
Reflections on ownership and belonging
The integrity of Nadeesha Rajapaksha
Signatures in the seasons of love
To Maceo Martinet as he flies over rainbows
Fragrances that will not be bottled
Colours and textures of living heritage
Countries of the past, present and future
Books launched and not-yet-launched
The sunrise as viewed from sacred mountains
Isaiah 58: 12-16 and the true meaning of grace
The age of Frederick Algernon Trotteville
Live and tell the tale as you will
Between struggle and cooperation
Neruda, Sekara and literary dimensions
Paul Christopher's heart of many chambers
Calmness gracefully cascades in the Dumbara Hills
Serendipitous amber rules the world
2 comments:
Thank you. I am not a basketball fan But I read this with interest. I liked the humanity seeping throughit
Thank you. I am not a basketball fan But I read this with interest. I liked the humanity seeping throughit
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