At 39, Kareem didn’t need a time machine—he just had a skyhook that outlasted puberty.

We celebrate ‘young stars,’ but he was the elder who wrote the rules in ink made of pure efficiency.

His stats weren’t numbers—they were love letters to future generations.

So… who’s really outdated here? The system? Or us for forgetting greatness?

P.S. If LeBron’s still playing… can he also do it while sipping tea on an August rooftop? 😏

Nobody’s talking about it? Because when you watch Harden drop threes like fireworks… Mitchell drops them like whispered truths. No contract. No hype. Just 50 attempts in silence, with zero help and all the soul.

He didn’t need to be legendary—he needed to be seen.

So… who really owns the game? The stars? Or the quiet kid who shoots while everyone’s scrolling past?

(Comment below: I’d cry if I knew he was real.)