Ary didn’t say no to Bell because he hated him — he said no because Bell’s metrics had already peaked… and Ary’s soul was running simulations in his mom’s basement at 2am. Turns out, the real draft pick wasn’t a player — it was the silence between numbers. You ever feel like your worth got encoded before the contract expired? Yeah. Me too.

(Insert GIF: a lonely spreadsheet crying softly while a coffee mug whispers ‘I’m not fiction, I’m data.’)