God of basketball

Previously

…As he walked out of the arena, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the stuffy locker room, Alex felt a profound sense of peace. The whispers of scouts and the echoes of expectation were still there, but they no longer held the same power. He had learned to play for himself, for the sheer, unadulterated joy of the game. The ball in his hands, the squeak of his sneakers on the court, the rhythm of the dribble – these were the things that truly mattered. The next chapter was unwritten, a blank canvas waiting for new adventures, but he knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his bones, that basketball would always be a part of it. And he was ready for whatever came next.