 Coby was doing stuff that I had routinely taught to middle school-aged players. Now, don't get it twisted, this was Coby Bryant, he was doing everything with an unparalleled level of intensity. He was doing everything with surgical precision, but the stuff he was doing was incredibly basic. When his workout went on for a couple more hours, and when it was over, once again, I didn't say anything to him, I didn't say anything to his trainer, I just left. But my curiosity kept eating away, and it eventually overwhelmed me to the point that I had to know. So later that day at camp, I went up to him again. He said, Coby, I don't understand, you're the best player in the world. Why are you doing such a basic drill? And he slashed that million dollar smile, he gave me a friendly think, but he said in a very serious tone, why do you think I'm the best player in the world? Because I never get bored with the basics. I never get bored with the basics.