I watched him step onto the court with zero points, yet his presence echoed louder than any stat. In a city where stats define worth, Karruso’s 22 minutes weren’t about scoring—they were about silence that spoke. This isn't a box score story. It's about the invisible labor of a kid from Brooklyn who turned his neighborhood upside down with three rebounds and two assists—while wearing a cap no one noticed. His value wasn’t measured in points. It was measured in how he held space.