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The lights hit different when they call your name. One second you're sitting in the green room, heart hammering, suit crisp. The next, the commissioner is gripping your hand, cameras firing off like lightning, and fifty thousand notifications blow up your phone all at once. Your jersey. Your number. Your team. But somewhere in the back rows, a GM is already on his phone. Your veteran teammate is clapping — and calculating. And your agent is gripping his drink a little too tight, deciding what to tell you and when. The dream just started. The game behind the game started weeks ago.