As a sports analyst who reads the game through data, not noise—I’ve spent years decoding patterns beneath the hype. Michael Jordan’s 1992 playoff run wasn’t about flair; it was precision under pressure. This isn’t myth—it’s geometry in motion. The stats don’t capture his calm, deliberate control, or how he turned defense into poetry. Behind every highlight is a quiet revolution. For those who mistake volume for mastery, this is where truth lives—in the silence between the breaths.