I grew up on Chicago’s South Side, where the court wasn’t just pavement—it was a classroom, a confessional, and sometimes, my only resume. I turn NBA draft stats into soul stories. This isn’t about fame. It’s about the kid who stayed late, crunching numbers under fluorescent lights while dreaming of something no one else saw. You’re not alone in this race.

I grew up on the courts of Chicago’s South Side, where dreams are measured in free throws, not salary. As a Black data storyteller with a sociology degree, I turned box scores into poetry and midnight spreadsheets into sermons. This isn’t about stats—it’s about soul. If you’ve ever stayed late watching a kid shoot alone, you know this matters more than any contract. Welcome to the real game.