Well, son, it's Adolph Rupp here, and I gotta say, this Jayden Quaintance fellow—tall as a Kentucky pine and movin' like a freight train—has got a game that tickles my fancy somethin' fierce. Love how he owns that paint, blockin' shots like he's swattin' flies off a mule's back, and reboundin' with the grit of a coal miner haulin' a full load.
His touch around the rim's smoother'n fresh-churned butter, and the way he runs the floor for a big fella? Dang near poetry. Kid's got that fire, that raw talent that'll make him a force—pure Wildcat material, if I do say so. Now, pass the playbook; I could watch that 'un all day.