As a Chicago-bred observer of basketball’s hidden poetry, I’ve watched these young giants grow not just in height—but in soul. Darryn Peterson’s 6’6” frame holds more than stats; it holds silence. A.J. Dybantsa doesn’t just shoot from anywhere—he carries the weight of his mother’s poems and his father’s blueprints into every jumper. This isn’t a mock draft. It’s a memoir written in midcourt light.