I grew up on Chicago’s South Side where the court is sacred—and a 70-year-old grandmother once asked a rookie if he ‘really’ played basketball. His smile vanished the second she walked away. This isn’t just a clip. It’s a mirror to every undrafted kid who still dreams in concrete. I’ve seen it too many times: talent doesn’t get you far, but love does. Here’s why the system fails—and why we still watch.