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“I’m just a man,” he said. “Carrying what I have to. But tonight, I decided to let it fly.”

Now, here’s what nobody knew: Jamal’s father had taught him to play on a dirt court behind a cement factory. His father was a big man, quiet, with hands like cinder blocks. He never crossed anyone over. He never did through-the-legs. But he had one move—a single, devastating spin off the left shoulder that felt like a truck turning a corner too fast. He called it al-tahmel al-adi . The ordinary load. “You carry your weight,” he told Jamal. “Then you give it to them.” AND 1 Streetball -rabt althmyl alady-

Flash laughed. “Load, you got heart. But heart don’t cross over.” “I’m just a man,” he said

Then he did something no one expected. He tossed the ball off Flash’s shin, caught it on the bounce behind his back, crossed left, crossed right, then stopped. Flash froze. Jamal rose. Not a jump shot. A push shot—two hands, flat-footed, like he was loading a box onto a high shelf. His father was a big man, quiet, with