I’ve watched hundreds of halftime shows—flashy, loud, full of energy—but none ever made me want to scream, rewind, and watch again like this one. When Giovanni Mazza stepped onto that NBA court, everything changed. I didn’t care about the score anymore. I wasn’t checking my phone.
As a longtime fan of General Hospital, I’ve followed Giovanni Mazza’s journey with affection and admiration.
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