God of basketball

Previously

…Alex felt a flush of pride, but it was a quiet, internal warmth. He knew this was just the beginning. The scouts might be watching again, the recruiters might be calling once more. But the pressure, the suffocating weight, no longer held the same power. He had found his way back to the core of what mattered, to the pure, unadulterated love of the game. And in that realization, he knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his soul, that he was ready for whatever the future held. The court was his canvas, and he was finally ready to paint his masterpiece.