by Kris Pursiainen
Anybody who knows me is aware of how much space in my heart is taken up by basketball, and that space will forever be home to his legacy and my memories of it. This has certainly been reflected in my actions relating to him: endless debates about him and other all-timers with friends fueled by his greatness; asking for his gold jersey for Christmas eight years ago; practicing his signature post-fadeaway jump shot every time I had a ball in my hands; loudly exclaiming his name every time I’ve sent something soaring at a trash can.
I may be only 17 years old, but the impact he has had on my life is more than apparent. It is just over 24 hours after the news of his death, but the event doesn’t feel real in my head: it can’t possibly be real. It’s a tragedy by definition, and one that affects millions of people. My words here can only hope to capture my true thoughts on his legacy.
His work ethic amazes me still today: most notably the story told by a USA Olympic trainer in which he received a 4:15 A.M. call and arrived to the gym at 5 A.M. to be met by a player drenched in sweat. This player did not leave the gym until the team’s practice at 11 A.M. had concluded; he had put in more than seven hours of preparation for a scrimmage between teams comprised of members of the Olympic squad. The Mamba Mentality has taught me, as a student, how I can conquer each assignment I approach; it has shown me, as someone aspiring to have a paying job in sports one day, the fire with which I must approach tasks relating to my passion. I wish I could embody the Mamba Mentality to the same extent that he did, because it is a winning mindset and one that inspires success. I would hope that something we can collectively take away from this tragedy is a renewed memory of the way in which he approached everything he did, and perhaps strive to mirror it ourselves.
His presence as a cultural icon reaches worldwide: everybody knows of him. At the least, people are aware that he was a great player. Some know more about him, such as his unstoppable drive to reach greatness. Some know stories such as the one I mentioned above that display that drive in action. Some know of his signature sneakers, or stories regarding them:
His ability as a basketball player speaks for itself. I do not need to recall any of his incredible performances, plays, or his love for the game for those reading this to remember who he was as an athlete and player. Watching YouTube clips and highlights, while reminding me how shocking and purely unbelievable it is that he’s no longer with us, has helped me remember the extent to which he was a competitor over anything else; the determination that fueled these performances was possessed by no other.
Him being the toughest and most motivated competitor any player had to face, and the accomplishments that the Mamba Mentality led to, are a large reason why the basketball community and the rest of the world are mourning his death. Simply put, he meant a lot to a lot of people. What is worth noting, for me, is that I am enamored with the love from the world for the side of him that I might appreciate most of all. His ability to switch from being a competitor first and foremost, to a dedicated and loving father to his girls makes me say, at 17 years old, that I aspire to be as good of a father as him, regardless of his achievements in the game of basketball.
The concept of being a father is (and hopefully will be for some time) quite distant to me, but when I first read the news of his death, his role as a father of four was the first thing I thought of. Before knowing of GiGi’s passing, the beautiful video of him coaching her on the sideline of a game played in my head over and over again; the thought of those four girls and their mother losing their father wrecking its way through my brain and heart.
Our memories of him as a father more than deserve a spot next to those of him as a player. His interview with Jimmy Kimmel in which he spoke of GiGi’s inner fire to become a WNBA great, a path she was certainly on; the rekindling of his love for the game sparked by GiGi’s passion for it; his reasoning for using helicopters to get around in the first place. All things to remember about him in terms of his legacy as a father. We know how his quest to be a great player ended.
I look up to him as a basketball player, coach, father, and person.
Two great human beings were lost this Sunday, and I can’t imagine how broken Vanessa, Natalia, Bianka, and Capri’s hearts are.
Their family will forever be in mine.