My kids love basketball in a way that only kids can, the passion an 8 and 11 year old can generate for something is unlike anything we can as adults because for them it's pure, unadulterated love without any outside influences that as we age tend to color our feelings and beliefs. Seeing my kids in tears over there favorite basketball player and probably favorite human being in their eyes, was pretty hard to take. I didn't realize how much he meant even to me as a Sixers fan, sure he slayed us in the finals but damn if I couldn't really generate hate for him since he really was above and beyond everyone else.