It was June 26, 1996, and I was traveling for work to the oh-so-enviable location of East Rutherford, New Jersey. My team and I were in town for a launch event we were running for our client. As we gathered in the lobby to go over some last-minute details, we noticed some very tall men in suits. The hotel where we were staying? Turned out, our hotel was also where players and their families were staying before the NBA draft. I didn’t follow basketball closely, but you didn’t have to be a genius to figure out who the players were. It also helped that some people on my team recognized several of the more famous of the bunch as they floated past us. We followed the lead of the crowd, found some blank paper, grabbed our pens, and decided to ask for autographs. I remember a few signatures on my pieces of scrap paper that day, but one stuck with me beyond all others. My friend and I walked up to a tall man who was signing with a smile on his face. As we waited our turn, we quietly asked someone nearby who it was and they whispered, it’s Joe Bryant. Cool, I thought. I didn’t know who Joe Bryant was, but lots of other people did, and my brothers would probably love his autograph. When we handed him our pens and paper, he didn’t write Joe Bryant, he wrote “Kobe’s Dad.”
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