On this bonus episode of English with Dane I reflect on the tragic loss of Kobe Bryant, Gigi Bryant, and company.Transcript:Welcome to a bonus episode of English with Dane. This will be a quick one. I didn't know if I should put one out about this, but I decided to because I wanted to share a few thoughts with you guys regarding the events that took place on Sunday…. I guess it's more for me than it is for you. As I'm sure you've all heard by now, Kobe Bryant, his daughter Gigi and 5 other people died in a helicopter accident just outside of Los Angeles.As some of you know, I'm a huge, huge, basketball fan. I've been playing basketball since I can remember and I still play to this day. It's a sport that has given me many things. It has shown me the value of competition.. the importance of practice and determination, and as cliche as it sounds, it has taught me that teamwork is the key to success, something which I have applied to every aspect of my life. Basketball has taught me that sometimes you can try your hardest, fight tooth and nail and it just wasn't your day... and that's ok. But I think out of all the things that basketball has given me the most important of all has been friendship.  Sounds cliche, but I have incredible friends and teammates, and I've formed deep, lasting connections because of it. Why am I saying all of this? I guess I'm just sad about Kobe and I'm reflecting out loud (en voz alta).. but I think the reason I'm talking about my friends, basketball and stuff.. is because... well...I was reading about something the other day…. Another famous accident that shook the entire world…. And it feels similar to the tragedy that happened on Sunday with Kobe, his daughter Gigi and the rest of the passengers.On February 3rd, 1959, a plane carrying rockstar Buddy Holly, and up and comers Richi Vallens and JP Richardson crashed in Iowa. They tragically lost their lives… and this event came to be known as The Day the Music Died. The world mourned a terrible loss, and people all over felt an immense sense of sadness and unfairness.My brother, the rest of my friends, teammates and I, all grew up watching Kobe Bryant. We watched him compete harder than anyone, we watched him win more than anyone, we watched him dominate, we watched him suffer devastating injuries, we watched him cry out of frustration, we watched him sacrifice - come back and still do the impossible. He came into the NBA in 1997, when I was like, 8 or 9 years old, and quickly became everyone's hero. You had to love him. Even if he was destroying your team. Because he did it in the coolest way. He was like superman because he would do things that nobody else could, and when he performed, you knew that you were watching history. I'm too young to have seen Micheal Jordan in his prime, so Kobe was my reference growing up. I got to see him as a kid, and as an adult, and I don't remember the NBA without him. I realized that in my head I've always connected him to basketball and the NBA in general. To the point where they became synonymous.On Sunday I was leaving a basketball game from the Spanish League with my brother. Estudiantes vs Unicaja.. He had gotten tickets so we walked over and attended. After the game we walked out, and started heading home, talking about the game and checking stuff on our phones… Then my brother suddenly stopped walking, looked up from his phone and told me that Kobe Bryant had died in a plane crash. We couldn't believe it. We didn't want to believe it. We started investigating and talking to our friends from the team in our WhatsApp group… none of us wanted to believe the news. We started investigating to see if an