I’m not just a data analyst who crunches stats—I’m the kid who grew up on Chicago’s concrete courts, where dreams don’t wait for a contract. When I heard Grajolish was written off the squad, I didn’t believe it. His value isn’t in the roster—it’s in the rhythm of his late-night drills, the sweat on his sneakers, the quiet fire no one sees. This isn’t about talent. It’s about truth—and I’ve seen it too many times to forget.