I watched him alone in the gym at dawn, stats blinking like a heartbeat—no crowd, no noise, just the rhythm of release and recalibration. Last season, he averaged 5.8 points and 2.2 rebounds at 34% shooting. This isn’t about fame. It’s about the quiet mathematics of grit. I write this not to sell a story—but to honor the silence between data and desire. What did your last loss teach you?