But here on March 13, 2024—whatever that date means to you—I want to suggest something uncomfortable.
24 years later. March 13th. A CJ Miles jump shot falling through the net at 2 AM in an empty gym, just because someone once told him he wasn’t done yet.
The title stops at “Naggy For Your Own...” On purpose. Because the ending is yours to write.
CJ Miles didn’t become great because he loved the drills. He became great because someone loved him enough to demand greatness before he even believed he was capable of it.
The Echo of the Tiger Mom: On CJ Miles, “Naggy” Love, and the Ghosts of 03/13
