Dear Kobe . . .

It’s hard to believe this is the end.

 
I remember sitting in my living room years ago. I had been allowed to stay up late that night to watch my beloved Dallas Mavericks take on the closest incarceration of Lucas’s Evil Empire, your Los Angeles Lakers. It was a game of tremendous import. Phil Jackson had a chance at making history, I can no longer remember why.

 
You torched us. Emphatically.
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