So, I was kicking back the other day, just channel surfing, you know how it is. Stumbled upon some classic NBA games. Seeing Jason Kidd play again, man, that took me back. Incredible passer, smart player. Always respected his game.
Then, something kinda clicked in my head. It wasn’t like brand new information, maybe I’d heard it before and it just didn’t stick, but I really started thinking about him being biracial. His dad African American, his mom Irish American. I think I might have seen a picture of his parents somewhere online recently, or maybe it was mentioned in a documentary bit I caught. Can’t pinpoint the exact moment, but the thought settled this time.
Thinking About It More
It’s funny, right? You watch these public figures for decades, players, coaches, whoever. You see them in their professional role, doing their thing. Kidd, first as that lightning-quick rookie, then the veteran champ, now pacing the sidelines as a coach. You kinda build this image in your head.
And finding out or remembering that detail, about his background, it doesn’t change his Hall of Fame stats or his coaching style, obviously. But it just adds another layer. Made me think about how we perceive people, especially famous folks. We often just see the surface, the job title, the public persona.
- We see the athlete.
- We see the coach.
- We see the headlines.
But there’s always more to everyone’s story. His background is part of his unique journey, just like anyone else’s. It just got me thinking about my own experiences, the folks I’ve known over the years. Everyone’s got their own mix, their own history that shapes them, whether people see it upfront or not.
It’s not some big revelation, I guess. Just one of those things you mull over. Seeing those old games just sparked that train of thought for me. Made me appreciate that people are more complex than the boxes we sometimes put them in. Just a little observation from watching some old hoops.
