I grew up on the concrete courts of Chicago’s South Side, where boys and girls shot under the same hoop—but only one got called 'the champion.' This isn’t just about basketball. It’s about who gets seen, who gets erased, and who gets to write history. I’m telling you: she didn’t need a fancy jersey to be legendary. She had sweat, heart, and a city that refused to look away from her truth. This is the story no algorithm could predict—but every kid on the court knew it.