They said Asa Newell was too slow… until he started rebounding like it was his birthright. 29.2% from deep? That’s not bad—it’s emotional warfare. He doesn’t shoot threes—he conjures them like magic spells cast by third-grade gym rituals. Scouts are still decoding his aura with Opta charts while sipping lukewarm coffee in Brooklyn’s midnight studio. If you think size matters… you’ve never seen a man who turns stats into soulful poetry. So… who’s really the project here? The ball? Or the guy who won’t quit?

(PS: I’d watch him dunk on my ex’s Wi-Fi.)