At a low point I turned to Kobe Bryant, a source of inspiration to me: one of the greatest basketball players of all time, writer of poetry and then YA books, Academy Award winner, rapper, loving and devoted husband, Girl Dad, Coach, mentor to many women and men in basketball, close to some awesome people in and out of basketball -- and gone too soon.
This book is full of information that will be new to some as it was to me, because it's mostly about his high school years written from contemporaneous notes, articles and other publicity, stats and game scores and with interviews. There's background from the time the family moved from Italy to the relatively upscale suburb of Philadelphia in which Kobe spent eighth grade through high school and went pro, only the second player to do that at the time.
For those who care and may not know, his father was an NBA player who destroyed a promising career with drugs and lack of discipline. He was traded, cut, ended up in Italy where Kobe spent a significant amount of time through seventh grade. His culture and manners were not those of greater Philadelphia area basketball nor of his schools. But Kobe didn't care. He was supremely confident. And knew when it was time to leave Italy for the sake of his game.
There are many tasty morsels in here I hadn't heard and want to share some, enough to hopefully whet the appetite of those with great or moderate interest in Kobe or for the sake of them.
Look at him pick up his mini basketball with his mini-mini hands...For now, he merely holds the mini basketball in his hands, and he can see, at the other end of the hallway, a tiny trampoline in front of a miniature basketball hoop, and he does something that brings him joy and that always will. He runs down the hallway and hops onto the trampoline, and the trampoline catapults him into the air, and he slams the ball down through the hoop.
His mother warns him, Don’t dunk, sweetheart. You’ll break the basket.
He picks up the ball again. He dunks again. He is three. !
Most of his childhood before eighth grade was spent in Italy where he father was able to play for various teams. His focus was on basketball and his manners and culture were that of the various parts of Italy where they moved as his father moved from team to team.
in permanent black marker and capital letters, had scribbled “2ND FLOOR KOBE’S ROOM” on a heating pipe, and when Joe and Pam sold the house in 2008, the couple who purchased it from them, Richard and Kate Bayer, thought that detail so endearing that, when they had a few repairs and upgrades done to the house, they asked the workers to cut out a piece of insulation large enough that the words would remain exposed.
For as long as they lived there, and it's not clear whether they still do, many people would go to that home as if on a pilgrimage, and Kate Bayer would (and maybe still does) invite them in.
His locker was robbed. In Italy he never had a locker and he never heard of being robbed. He didn't know the songs popular in the U.S. (but he'd end up putting out rap for four years), he didn't know the slang, he wasn't interested in hanging out.
I never took my studies lightly.… I’m interested in writing, especially poetry, and am active in music, as you may have heard. —KOBE BRYANT
His favorite class was literature, favorite teacher his Public Speaking and also tenth-grade Honors Lit teacher. Everyone else called her Mastriano but with his polished manners it was always Mrs. Mastriano. He pronounced her name as it is in Italian.
“She was so good and so passionate about what she was teaching,” he once said. “She firmly believed that storytelling could change the world.”
...drawing on Greek mythology and the writings of Joseph Campbell, particularly his seminal work, The Hero with a Thousand Faces. It was obvious to Mastriano that Kobe, even at fifteen, saw himself on that trajectory...He read the Iliad and asked himself: Do I identify with the rage-driven Achilles or the honor-bound Hector?
He was drawn to the story of Odysseus and the Cyclops.
What else were those whispers and complaints from Kobe’s teammates—their anger over his refusal to share the basketball, their assertion that his egotism threatened to hurt the team more than help it—if not a parallel to that parable? “That swagger that alienated the Greek gods,” Mastriano said, “also caused some of Kobe’s peers to dislike and reject him.”
Everything he wrote for Mastriano’s class was about basketball, which annoyed her no end. Didn’t he realize there was more to life than the bouncing ball? She despaired that he would be consumed by the sport, that his authentic self would be devoured or swept away. “I really didn’t get the big picture,” she said.
She didn't foresee he'd write the poem Dear Basketball which would be made into a film and net (pun intended) him an Academy Award. She didn't foresee he'd co-write the first two books in what was to be the Wizenard series, YA combining fantasy with basketball.
Perhaps to make the transition to high school easier, perhaps to hold on to a piece of his time in Italy, Kobe decided early in his freshman year to try out for the varsity soccer team, which at the time was more popular, prestigious, and successful at Lower Merion than boys’ Downer went directly to athletic director Tom McGovern and told him, You can’t do this. You have to pull him off the team. Like baseball had been in middle school, soccer was a hobby for Kobe, not the focus of his future. He could stand giving it up.
First year of high school Kobe already had received his first basketball recruiting letter—from the United States Military Academy at West Point—and he told Hartwell that he was going to play in the NBA.
Basketball all year. AAU. Various camps. Myrtle Beach Classic. It seems like every game he's ever played is in here. Can't be, but a lot. So many games, plays, practices they run together. Maybe if you're from the area or played at his level at the same time or are interested in all of it...It became too much for me, it began to run together. Yes, he was selfish with the ball. He was Kobe Bryant.
But there's so much else in here.
Every year before that, and increasingly every day from eighth to senior year was about basketball, was about local and state championships, was about the NBA. Was all about the NBA.
He never had a girlfriend or even a real date in high school. Someone arranged for him to see a girl who had dated one of the Philadelphia Flyers. He spent the time watching television with her. He only went to one party, his senior year because he knew he was getting close to the NBA and so he went to a high-school party like...anyone else. And he didn't party and he didn't stay long.
And because he knew he was headed for the NBA, he wanted to experience senior prom. He'd still never had a date let alone a girlfriend. But at this point he's Kobe Bryant, famous, photographers crowding the glass windows in the cafeteria to get his picture. When asked he said he wanted to take either Brandy or Tatiana Ali to the prom. It's possible he was being facetious. He was Kobe Bryant. Weeks later Boyz II Men asked him to play in a charity game, someone introduced him to Brandy.
he made small talk with her at halftime, finding her sweet, the kind of girl he could hang out with and talk to as if she were one of his female friends at school.
He took her to his high school prom.
Myrtle Beach Ball Classic:
Kobe asked Downer if he could share a suite for the trip’s five nights with Jeremy Treatman, which both flattered Treatman and put him on notice. “He wanted to feel completely independent,” Treatman recalled, “and he knew he had a friend in me. I was the only one of the five coaches who would not say boo to him. Once they checked in and got their keys, Treatman dropped his bags in the bigger room. Then Kobe Bean Bryant came through the door. he gestured for Treatman to move himself and his suitcases back into the smaller room.
The swag. The confidence. The talent. One of the best ever and he knew it. And the intellectual side, the humility in some ways. He cried when he heard Magic Johnson had AIDS. The book takes you right there as he met his idol, Michael Jordan. Twice. Very different meetings.
I enjoyed reading details of college coaches trying to recruit him. Some made me laugh, some of their delusional, clumsy or foolish attempts. Some were wise, like Dean Smith, who looked at him and said, I know you're not going to college. He was already a celebrity, they knew he'd be one of the best players of all time, this guy who kicked one of his coaches out of the bigger room at the hotel and the coach moved his bags out at once.
Why three stars:
The book is full of, at times for whole chapters, details of games, plays, tournaments, dunks, practices, workouts, other teams' games -- much as I love basketball, for me it got tedious and began to run together. It's not like watching him, that would be awesome. People who are more fanatical than I, who can visualize so much game described, people who played the game, definitely high school 🐐s, will be glad of all those moves, stats and scores. But I wasn't.
The other reason is because he makes it clear he disapproves of Vanessa not mentioning Kobe's parents in the memorial she put together for him and Gianna, let alone having one or both speak. They'd been estranged a long time. They didn't approve of Vanessa. They didn't come to the wedding. They disrespected her and the union which produced a 17-year-old, the late tween Gianna, a toddler and an infant. There's more and he mentions it, in defense of the Bryants. I don't care that he knew Joe and Pam for so many years, his opinion didn't belong in the book.