As a London-born data scientist with Nigerian roots, I don’t just model shots and spreads—I listen to the silence between them. In this piece, I trace how elite teams in the 2010s became living algorithms, their triumphs etched in probability, their collapse written in Bayesian priors. This isn’t analytics. It’s poetry with Python. And sometimes, at 2 a.m., the court doesn’t sleep—it dreams of championships.