The summer of 2017 ticked by at an unbearable rate. Isaiah Thomas, heartbroken and injured, searched for ways to pass the time. Each day, he received messages from doctors and pseudo-professionals who swore they could cure his ailing hip. Desperate, he flipped through them all. He read books about the hip. He downloaded apps about the hip. He sat on the couch and watched NBA reruns—Hardwood Classics and his own recent highlights, full of dives to the rim and total elation. Days passed slowly. On many of them, Thomas preferred to stay inside. Still, his two sons had a knack for coaxing him outdoors, and so he would limp on over to the basketball court behind their home in Issaquah, Washington.