God of basketball

Previously

…He didn’t have all the answers, and the pressure hadn’t vanished entirely, but something had shifted. Sarah had reminded him of a fundamental truth he’d forgotten: that the game, at its heart, was about joy. And that joy, he realized, was a powerful force, far more resilient than any doubt or fear. He still had a long road ahead, but for the first time in a long time, he felt a quiet sense of hope, a rediscovery of the pure, unadulterated love for the game that had started it all. He knew he wouldn't be playing for the crowd, or the scouts, or even for the win. He would play for the feeling. He would play for himself.