I’m not just analyzing shot charts—I’m listening to the silence between ticks. At 29, with 14 points per game and 39.7% from deep, I stayed on court when everything else faded. This isn’t about stats—it’s about the breath before the buzzer, the weight of a decision no one else saw. In London’s late-night cafés, I turned equations into poetry. The numbers don’t lie—they whisper.