The following post is something I wrote after I first heard about Kobe Bryant’s decision to retire after the 2015-16 season, after reading his farewell letter to the sport of basketball. I didn’t necessarily feel like publishing this at the time, though. I wrote this more as a personal piece for me to reflect, to get my feelings out there, to figure out what those feelings truly were.
That changed Wednesday evening.
As I watched Kobe’s farewell begin on ESPN with Kobe sitting on the bench, staring up at the abnormally large video board at the Staples Center, I felt a little sadder than I thought. I felt like I could have cried if I really wanted to, as if the tears slowly started to build up, but ultimately never left because I didn’t feel emotional enough.
Then he made those pair of free throws to score 60 points, and I wanted to cry more than ever before that night. Not sad tears, but happy tears: A 60-point game is such a grand way to go out, and it made me happy to see.
But I never expected that I would even potentially cry.
For some reason, at that moment, I decided this was something I wanted to publish. I’m not sure why, but I suppose it’s just my way of honoring the Black Mamba. Read more “Legendary: Honoring Kobe Bryant and His Dedication”
I thought it was over.
It was already a few minutes past 2 p.m. The trade deadline had come, and it seemed as though the Bulls were standing pat despite rumored efforts to deal Pau Gasol.
I kept scrolling through my Twitter timeline, though. My sports PR class still hadn’t started yet, so I figured I could try and catch whatever last-minute trades were made.
But then I saw his name: Kirk Hinrich. Read more “Thank you, Captain”
I first considered becoming a sports writer my sophomore year of high school, the 2010-2011 school year. That was the year I really started to implement sports (mostly basketball really) into whatever writing I did, even my academic writing.
It started with a vocabulary quiz I had in my English Ten Honors class. We had to write a story using that week’s vocabulary words, but it didn’t have to be a story in the sense that there are characters with conflicts who solve their problems. Basically, we just had to write a passage that proved we knew the meanings of these words and could apply them into our own writing.
Looking back, I guess I figured it would be a good opportunity to write about basketball for a couple of reasons. Read more “Farewell, Grantland”
The first sport I can remember being exposed to is basketball.
I didn’t grow up with cable television, so the NBA Finals was pretty much all the basketball I would watch for a good chunk of my childhood. But even then, basketball wasn’t the first sport I got involved with.
Soccer was the first sport I actually played, and I have no clue what brought about the interest in it. I just remember that, one day, I was really interested in the sport, and my mom let me enroll in a soccer summer camp for the park district.
I participated in a soccer summer camp two years in a row before I ditched the sport, and that was all thanks to an increased interest in basketball.
Read more “Yes, I am both a Bulls fan and a LeBron fan”
For a long while, I was never able to watch any All-Star events, because my family didn’t have any cable channels that weren’t Filipino channels until around 2006 or 2007, when I first started middle school. Granted, for a while, I didn’t care enough about the NBA yet to really want to watch All-Star events.
Obviously, once I got really into the NBA, I wanted to watch All-Star weekend. I’ve been able to do that for a couple of years now, which is nice.
I’ve never really written anything concerning actual All-Star events, so I wanted to do that this year, especially since I haven’t written anything about basketball in a while. However, I wasn’t up for anything ridiculously formal, like a recap of the All-Star Game or of All-Star Saturday Night, so I decided it’d just be nice to empty out all of my random All-Star Weekend-related thoughts out into this blog post.
Read more “Thoughts on NBA All-Star Weekend 2015”
I’ve been interested in basketball for as long as I can remember, and the same goes for the Chicago Bulls, but it wasn’t until 2003 that I really cared about the sport.
The Bulls have always been my favorite team—it was kind of hard to avoid—but I didn’t have a favorite player for the longest time. I didn’t care enough about basketball to have one. I favored Scottie Pippen a bit when I was a kid, just because I had my brother’s hand-me-down Pippen Bulls jersey, but I couldn’t even say I had even watched him play.
When 2003 rolled around, I suddenly had an increased interest in basketball—probably because my brother became more interested in it. I randomly became a fan of LeBron James and a bunch of other 2003-draftees, including Kirk Hinrich.
Read more “Here’s to you, Captain”