. Growing up in the shadow of his father's legacy, he carried the weight of expectations with every step. Carmelo's son-a label that both opened doors and cast a long shadow. But now, on this storied court, he's determined to carve his own path. The comparisons are inevitable. The same smooth stride, the same instinctive feel for the game. Yet, he's quick to remind anyone who asks that he's not just a carbon copy. His game is his own-a blend of grit, precision, and a hunger to prove himself. Every dribble, every shot, every defensive stance is a statement: he's here to earn his name, not borrow it. The pressure is there, no doubt. But he's learned to channel it, to use it as fuel. The whispers in the stands, the headlines that follow him-they're all part of the journey. He knows he's not just playing for himself; he's playing for those who believe in him, for those who see him as more than a legacy. Syracuse is his stage, his chance to show the world who he truly is. And as he steps onto the court, the weight of the past fades, replaced by the promise of the future. He's not Carmelo's son-not here, not now. He's a player in his own right, ready to write his own story, one game at a time.