during a normal NBA basketball game, while making a normal move, LA Lakers star player Kobe Bryant landed poorly and has possibly ruptured his achilles tendon. um, OUCH.
there have been several reports about the catastrophic event because Kobe Bryant is not someone who the Lakers want to get injured. by the looks of social media, the rest of the world isn’t too happy either. i mean, he’s Kobe Bryant. an arrogant ass, yes. but an amazing basketball player, and a vital part to the team in a very vital part of the season. everyone is devastated. but none more so than Kobe himself.
of course i love the Lakers, though i don’t care too much for Mr. Bryant. i will always be loyal to my city, and i enjoy basketball, so this event is interesting to me. but what has struck me today is the disparity in Kobe’s response. he took to Facebook last night, saying:
“This is such BS! All the training and sacrifice just flew out the window with one step that I’ve done millions of times! The frustration is unbearable. The anger is rage. Why the hell did this happen ?!? Makes no damn sense. Now I’m supposed to come back from this and be the same player Or better at 35?!? How in the world am I supposed to do that??I have NO CLUE. Do I have the consistent will to overcome this thing? Maybe I should break out the rocking chair and reminisce on the career thatwas. Maybe this is how my bookends. Maybe Father Time has defeated me…Then again maybe not! It’s 3:30am, my foot feels like dead weight, my head is spinning from the pain meds and I’m wide awake. Forgive my Venting but what’s the purpose of social media if I won’t bring it to you Real No Image?? Feels good to vent, let it out. To feel as if THIS is the WORST thing EVER!”
Kobe was signed to the Lakers at 17 years old, pulled straight out of high school. he’s helped the Lakers win 5 NBA championships, is a 15-time all-star, a 14-time member of the all-star NBA team, and a 12-time member of the all-defensive team. he’s the youngest NBA player to score 30,000 career points and was the youngest to ever even play in the NBA. Kobe eats, drinks, sleeps, breathes, and bleeds basketball. this is his life. that much is obvious.
however, what has become obvious today is that this is his identity as well. from the tears in his eyes on the court it became evident that something within his soul broke last night. because the thing that he has invested himself into, this sport he has become so intrinsically linked to is in jeopardy, and he is a man undone.
and this got me thinking — is there something in my life that i’m so wrapped up in, that if i lost it i would be this beside myself? is my identity founded upon my skills or my talents or my job or my husband or my circumstances, instead of being sure of who i really am? would i survive if the thing i was most known for got taken away from me because of one misstep? or would i, too, become undone?
what’s also interesting to me is the irony of his injury — his achilles tendon. if you don’t know, this particular part of our body received its name from Greek mythology. Achilles’ mother received a prophecy of her son’s death, so she dipped him into a river that would protect his body from harm. but she held onto his heel, meaning that the water didn’t touch it and it was therefore vulnerable. during the Trojan War, Achilles was struck on his unprotected heel and it killed him.
so what i will be pondering tonight, are these thoughts: where am i most vulnerable? and is my identity so wrapped up in it that i have forgotten who i am?