Jose. Jose. Jose. New Orleans doesn’t just like you. We feel you. You became part of the heartbeat of this city. The grit. The joy. The culture. The fight. The pride. You didn’t just play here. You belonged here. And that’s why this is so bittersweet. Leaving a place you made home. A place that embraced you and watched you turn every doubt into fuel. Every “he won’t” into “watch me.” Now you’re going back home to be the hometown hero. Putting on that Knicks jersey. Walking into Madison Square Garden. The Mecca. Where dreams get tested and legacies get stamped. And I already know you’re built for it. Not because it’s glamorous, but because you’re wired for pressure. You’re wired for moments. You’re wired for earning everything the hard way. New Orleans is going to miss you. The way you showed love to the city and the people. How you made time. How your family made this place feel like family, too. Thank you for letting me be a part of your journey. For trusting me to capture pieces of ...