Yesterday was very difficult. For over 24 hours, I have been mired in Kubler-Ross's fourth stage of grief: depression. I just can't understand why it happened.
Why then? Why the ACL? Why
him?
Watching Derrick Rose go down with 1:10 left in the first game of the 2011 NBA Playoffs was something no true basketball fan will forget. It was the moment that the heartbeat of an entire city stopped, only to return with an arrhythmia, and a strong sense of sorrow.
Our star, our MVP, and our friend won't be playing basketball for the remainder of the tournament, and that breaks my heart for reasons far beyond the sport.
Four years ago, the Bulls selected a quiet, shy kid from the University of Memphis with the first overall pick in the NBA draft. Having grown up in Chicago, there was never a moment in which the city did not consider Derrick "one of us." He took that familiarity and refused to settle for complacency. Instead, he built a stellar career, earning the respect and awe of fans league-wide by winning Rookie of the Year, being the first Chicago Bulls All-Star since the Jordan years, and earning the 2011 NBA MVP award. In return, we showered him with the love often reserved for long-established legends.
But you want to know why we love him? Yes, he wins basketball games in a basketball town. Sure, he put a storied franchise back on the map. Fine, he cares for the city of Chicago as much as we all do. But that's all secondary to why DRose matters to us. It is his character and genuine love for the game, that we adore. It is the fact that after signing a 95 million dollar contract, the only thought on his mind was letting his mother know "we finally made it." It is the memory that he brought a tear to every fan's eye after winning the Most Valuable Player award, by showing us his full awareness of his circumstances, and how grateful he is of his lot in life. We love Derrick Rose because he is a high quality human being that understands his primary source of joy.
The reason this injury
hurts is because we don't want to see someone we deeply care about suffer. The feeling is akin to learning that a family member was laid off from their dream job. You want to put your arm around them and not see them in pain. We want to help his mental state far more than we care about a playoff run.
Derrick's entire life is basketball. He loves it the same way any of us love a person. It is his vital, athletic, and creative outlet. It is as necessary to him as breathing, simply because it is such an expression of self. His game is his art, with the body and the ball as subjects, and the court as the canvas. Imagine snatching the pen from an author's fingers, and then breaking their hand. To take away a person's form of expression is to take away a part of their humanity. None of us want him to feel whatever he must be feeling. We just want him to be happy. That's it.
It is, therefore, our responsibility to be there for our friend. We are the ones that must bring a smile to his face. We are the ones that need to
Rise With Rose. Show him your love and support. Tell him you understand that this is about more than sports.
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It's time for us to stand behind him, Chicago |
We can do this is by being vocal with our hopes of a full recovery, so that our words and sentiment reach his ears. As long as it takes, we will be there to see him create art again.
Support the Chicago Bulls this year. They are his troops and he is their general. They will play for him, and we will cheer for them. From today forward, the team is the symbol of a community that cares about one another.
Let this incident also remind us of the greater truth: that our passions are what make us human, and that we should encourage their expression in ourselves and others.
Derrick, you are a good man, and we know what you had taken from you today. It is a great sorrow. Just know that we are here for you. We will see you return to what you love. We intend to show you the same care that you've shown for members of your personal and professional families, because you are a part of all of ours. Take good care, and know that we are with you.
Go Bulls,
Tapan Jones