I grew up on Chicago’s South Side watching guys like Asa Newell turn trash courts into stages. At 6’9” with a 224-lb frame, he’s got the tools to dominate — but scouts passed him over. His game? Pure grit. I’ve seen it: no elite pedigree, just raw feel. This ain’t about height — it’s about heart. If he nails the three, he becomes unguardable.