The death of a celebrity through the eyes of someone who never watched basketball.
I have never, and most likely will never, been an avid viewer of basketball (or any sport for that matter). It’s not that I dislike the sport, I just never understood how one could sit and watch other people play for hours and be entertained. So, when I heard about the death of Kobe Bryant, I ignored it, and I kept scrolling down on Twitter. But I continued to see his face, no matter how far I scrolled. As I saw how many people cared about him, about their hero, I wondered: “What differs a celebrity from a hero, and why should this impact me?” Over the past week, I have been able to answer those questions, and I found the answers to be quite surprising. Sure, I knew of Kobe before I saw the headlines on Sunday morning. I had heard his name on the television in my parents’ room, seen people yell “Kobe!” before shooting a paper ball into the trash can (and inevitably missing), and occasionally I’d catch a glimpse of the number 8 on the back of a jersey. But I had no idea how mu...