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Trying to watch TV again. A show I’ve liked, Slow Horses. But TV, set beside a novel, feels so hollow—lacking tangible substance. So abrupt and all over the place. You can’t dwell on TV. And it doesn’t grab the soul.

Brunson is a gorgeous player to watch. Flowing gracefully through the lane, avoiding the contact, adjusting his angle to the rim, switching hands, to bounce the ball HIGH off the glass. Exciting Finals ahead, for 2026.

Students can sense the loss of power and prestige of “the instructor” — the ones who’ve held the keys have misplaced them — or have willingly left them on their bedside tables.