Somehow, the thing that overwhelms me about all this is that THE Kobe Bryant, the most hardass, tough, dominating persona possibly in sports history, flew home from Philadelphia late last night, got home, caught a few hours of sleep and was up early to take his daughter to her basketball practice on a Sunday morning. I don't know how many billionaire guys who literally have the world at their feet jump on a red eye coast to coast flight on a Saturday night from a celebration night like last night to get home to take their 13 year old daughters to practice early the next morning, but Kobe did. I don't really need to know a damn thing else about his entire life. That's a good man, period. I gotta think in those last moments, he was just holding on to his little girl and making her feel comforted till the end.