I released the Book of Basketball in 2009. I swore I was done. What else was there to say? The book was

704 pages long. I figured out the secret of basketball with help from Isaiah Thomas and used it to rank

the top 96 players of all time.

I blew up the basketball hall of fame

and turned it into a five-level Egyptian pyramid.

I figured out the 33 greatest what-ups ever.

I solved every MVP debate. I made the case for

Russell over Wilt. I explained why MJ was the greatest ever. I wrote hundreds of

pop culture references, at least 250 inappropriate jokes, and God knows how many footnotes.

I even drove to San Diego for the epilogue to spend time with Bill Walton.

And when the book reached number one on the New York Times Best Seller list, that was all I ever wanted. I was done. I swore to myself. I would never do a sequel.

Well, I kind of lied. So much has changed in the NBA these past 10 years.

I couldn't help going back.

Who could have seen the three-point boom coming?

Curry's warriors going 73 and 9, the hardened trade, the player empowerment error,

the process, advanced advanced metrics the decision

Cleveland winning a title I repeat Cleveland winning a title well why write a sequel

when I could turn that book into a living, breathing podcast, something that

juggled interviews and pyramid podcasts and rewatchable game podcasts about famous games?

What's my top hundred now? What's my pyramid?

What's the new biggest what if of all time? Could the 86 Celtics have handled the

17 warriors and all those threes? What did I learn from spending so much time

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