I’ve watched this guy closely—I see how he takes care of his body, how he owns it completely, 100 percent.

But I also know the reality: guys can roll their ankle and be sidelined for four weeks. I’ve seen *this* guy roll his ankle—badly—and then come right back, drop about twenty points in the fourth quarter.

I’m talking a serious ankle roll—no exaggeration—and I’m sitting there thinking, “Oh, he’s done.” But no—he’s back in the game, firing on all cylinders, scoring twenty in the final quarter.

It’s like when God made him, He said, “Alright—I’m giving you *everything*: speed, strength, heart, resilience… but there’s one thing I’m taking—not because I have to, but just to keep things interesting.”

Then He paused… and whispered, “No Lana.”

…Haha! But seriously—He gave him *everything else*. Even that one too, bro. I’m like, “You got *all* of it.”