Leo started his journey not with a shovel, but with a tape measure. He realized his backyard wasn't big enough for a full NBA regulation court, but it was perfect for a .
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The sound of a basketball hitting old plywood is a hollow, frustrating thwack . For Leo, that sound was the soundtrack of his driveway for three years. He hired a local crew to pour a 4-inch thick concrete pad
The first night the court was finished, the neighborhood kids didn't just hear a thwack . They heard the crisp swish of a nylon net. Leo realized he hadn't just bought a court; he’d bought a reason to never want to be inside.
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