How I prep for game day.

Game day starts the night before. Gear laid out, bottle filled, phone on do-not-disturb by ten. Boring? Maybe. But I've learned the calm is the edge.

The non-negotiables

Eggs and rice, always. A playlist that's 80% Drake and 20% stuff I'd never admit to. And the warm-up no coach gave me — fifteen minutes of catch-and-shoot from the exact spots I'll get them in the game, until the rim feels like it owes me.

People think shooters are born loose. I'm not. I'm prepared. By tip-off there's nothing left to decide, so there's nothing left to be nervous about. Just the work, and the work doesn't lie.