Is Kuminga Really Tradeable? The Data Doesn’t Lie—But the Street Doesn’t Either

I grew up on the court behind the feed. Not in the draft—not in the salary cap. My dad used to say, ‘If you can’t see it, it ain’t real.’ Now I do.

The Rumor Machine Churns

Everyone’s screaming trade rumors like it’s March Madness on caffeine. But Kuminga? His name pops up between ESPN clips and Twitter threads like a ghost in a high-rise apartment. He doesn’t shoot threes—he doesn’t need to.

SRS Isn’t His Story

SRS says he’s ‘average.’ BPM calls him ‘role player.’ PER ignores his late-game poise—the kind of silence that follows a clutch miss. You can’t measure that in points. You feel it in your gut when he takes an elbow with five seconds left on clock. That’s not a stat—it’s a sacrament.

The Untracked Minutes

I’ve coded models that see beyond boxes. Kuminga doesn’t have stars—he has stillness. In Chicago South Side basketball, value isn’t born from rebounds or assists—it’s born from reading space like water before you act. He makes defenders hesitate without saying anything.

The data doesn’t lie—but neither does the street.

So tell me: if your algorithm only sees points… is it even seeing him?