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The largest jumps from rotation players in impact per 100 possessions from last season to this year, per our LEBRON metric: 1. Reed Sheppard 2. Tristan da Silva 3. Ajay Mitchell 4. Luka Doncic 5. Donovan Clingan 6. Austin Reaves 7. Cade Cunningham 8. Jamal Shead 9. Moussa Diabate 10. Nic Claxton

I am 41, and the doctor thinks I have a brain tumor. I’ve been passing out a lot lately. Monstrous headaches. My vision is unpredictably bad. I’m not hungry—and I’m always, always hungry. Tingly fingers. The works. And of course I’ve been ignoring these symptoms for months. Or is it years? “That must be a good sign,” I tell him. “Surely I’d be dead by now.” He just looks at me.   I’ve had an MRI and there’s a dark spot, black as sin, but the technician wasn’t absolutely sure, and my doctor isn’t an oncologist, although his wife is. Something is in there that shouldn’t be. Something is not right. So I’m having another one and seeing a specialist in a few days. It’s not 100%. It might not be cancer.   My gut says I will be fine. He wouldn’t have spared me from AIDS just to take me out like this. Whatever it is, I suddenly regret saying, “I’m ready to be with Jesus!” so many times over the past couple of years. God is like that. One of his favorite punishments is giving you what you asked for. The thing in my head is in the best place it could be, surgically speaking, so there’s that. And there are still a few, much less serious, things it could be, none of which will lay claim to my hair. Heavenly Father, don’t make me tour in a silk headscarf. I’ve tried it out at home in the mirror, and I don’t look tragic, or dramatic, or sympathetic. I look piratical, like a gypsy fortune teller.   People who are beastly to others for a living have no right to ask for good wishes, let alone prayer, even when they’re scared. But I am scared, so I am asking anyway. Instead of tweeting or texting me something celebratory, do me a favor, would you? Ask Our Lord to spirit this thing away, so I can get back to work, like I promised. I’ll keep you posted.