I’ve watched the game not as stats, but as soul-deep choreography—where every motion carries the weight of history. When I imagine Jordan guarding Harden, I don’t see athleticism—I see silence roaring. It’s not about strength; it’s about space: the breath between hesitation and grace, the moonlight on a hardwood floor. This isn’t a debate—it’s a poem written in real time. And if you’ve ever felt that goal cost you, you know it wasn’t about winning. It was about being seen.