I grew up shooting hoops on cracked Chicago pavement, not drafting contracts in Monaco. But here I am: the same guy who once got MVP at the local rec center now runs a $200M club in Saudi Arabia. This isn’t a fairy tale—it’s data dressed as drama. I didn’t trade my sneakers for a suit because I wanted to win. I’m not your typical exec. I’m the product of chaos, caffeine, and corner-ball truth. And yeah—I still talk to CR7 over late-night pizza.