I have always wanted to illustrate NFL athletes. So here they are now. And yes of course, it's gotta be the Green Bay Packers for me (at least the first ones)
The young Kobe Bryant was something. You gotta give him credit for his heart. His courage. A brave young man. But man, I hated him. There were times he was throwing airballs. There were times he wasn’t passing and making selfish decisions. I loved Eddie Jones. I loved Nick Van Exel. But Kobe wasn’t passing, he had to drive and dunk it on someone else because he had to be a legend NOW!
When Kobe died, I couldn't take it. All of us, couldn't believe it. But that's just life, and maybe, that's just what death is too. But Kobe Bryant, he and his winning shots, he and his devastating dunks, it would echo for the whole time he represented. He just wouldn't let anyone outshine him on his watch. He just wouldn't let anyone hold him down for long. His Mamba Mentality created a generation of winners. His life was truly a legendary story.
Grant Hill. He was sensational. Good handles. Scoring machine. Good defender. He was known as Mr. Nice Guy, yet as tough when it really counted. In the time of MJ's absence, Grant Hill was seen as his successor—some in the media actually believed he could have been better than MJ. Tough statement to make.
Before Steph Curry, there was the legendary trash-talking three-point sharp shooter Reggie Miller. He made impossible shots and won seemingly impossible games. Truly, a legend from the '90s.
The first set I did was my personal fiction. What would happen if the Slam Dunk characters went pro—or more specifically were drafted in the NBA? What team would best suit them? That was my take. This time, we thought of how Mr. Takehiko Inoue must have imagined the players and the teams.
I'll be launching a Patreon page soon.
As I wanted to create books for children, and give them all for free for every teacher, parent and child, I'll be needing some help from kind people who would believe in my goals.
This, for me, is Michael Jordan. The hard teammate. The ultra-competitive. The proud monarch. The undefeated champion.
I was never a fan of MJ. I never collected his cards. I didn't really root that much for his games. But it was harder not to be in awe of this certain genius.