I grew up in Brooklyn where the court was my classroom and the ball never lied. When you step into Memphis, you don’t just see a city—you feel its rhythm. It’s not about safety or stats. It’s about the quiet brilliance of a team that plays like poetry. This isn’t analysis. It’s excavation. I’ve seen it—on the asphalt, in the 3v3 games, in the eyes of kids who know more than points. Love isn’t shouted here. It resonates.