Anyone else watching it? From the looks of things it's been going on for a couple of years but it totally flew under my radar until now. From what I can tell it mostly focuses on health and fitness and some 'controversial' topics along with videos about basketball.

The videos and interviews on health and fitness are pretty interesting. If you read Stockton's autobiography, he directly attributes his longevity and lack of injuries to Dr Craig Buhler, who was the Jazz's team chiropractor. He practices something called the "Muscle Activation Technique - from what I can decode from the marketing spiel it's supposed to "treat the entire body as one neuromuscular system and address imbalances" as opposed to treating injuries as they happen. I assumed sports chiropractors and physiotherapists already did that? I wonder why more players aren't doing it if it worked so well for Stockton.
Excerpts from the book:
The trainers worked with a top-notch medical team that essentially donated their time and considerable talents. Russ Shields, Lyle Mason, Michael Lowe, and Craig Buhler were an eclectic but interesting group of practitioners. They provided their services for little or no compensation, considering what they did. Each of these men took turns going beyond the line of duty to take care of me over the course of my career. From serious health issues and surgery to minor upkeep and daily care, their significant talents were put to good use. They also infused medical kits full of personality to the mix. Jazz players missed very few games due to injury—a credit to the entire medical staff.
Over time the doc that I spent the most time with ended up being our team chiropractor, Craig Buhler. Initially, I was less than open to the idea of him even touching me with his somewhat unorthodox treatment methods. Later, after watching and experiencing some incredible healing, I gained complete confidence in him, and our association widened.
I became both a believer in and a student of his methods. Using pain as a warning light and muscle testing as the body’s tool for communication, he was able to eliminate pain and increase function for almost all chronic and acute injuries without the use of drugs. Under his care, sprained ankles stabilized and became pain-free in days, not weeks or months. Tendonitis went away with only a few treatments. It’s not an overstatement to say that Dr. Buhler was largely responsible for me enjoying a durability and longevity that few players have come close to matching.
We held serve at home, winning the first two games. In game two, however, Charles took exception to my legal back screen. Attempting to make a statement, he unapologetically picked me up and threw me on my back, anything but a knightly move. No reprimand was levied.
The next morning I couldn’t stand up, having suffered a level-two back sprain. When we arrived in Houston for game three, Mike Shimensky, our trainer who took over after Sparky, was committed to pulling out all the stops to have me ready. Craig Buhler was already on the trip, and Mike called in biomechanics expert Greg Roskopf to assist “Buhls” to try and pull off a tall healing order. Greg, like Buhler, had helped solve numerous physical ailments for me over the years.
Their combined results were magical. Stooped over in my hotel room, I needed nothing less than magic. For nearly eight hours over two days, they activated core muscles in my legs, pelvis, and spine. Their methods weren’t exactly pain free, but the results were. When they finished, I had absolutely no pain and a full range of motion. This was achieved without the use of painkillers or other drugs. I went into the game at 300 percent. I received a fair amount of credit for toughness, but the truth was that the pain was gone, solely a result of the combined efforts of my imported healing team.
Their feat didn’t immediately yield dividends on the court, however, as we lost both contests in Houston. The second of those games ended with a miraculous three-pointer by another old nemesis, Eddie Johnson, who had treated us in a similarly rude fashion when he was with the Suns. He struck again that night as he and his teammates circled the court in a victory celebration. In Eddie’s postgame remarks, the speechless gunslinger deemed the shot and the ensuing party as “surreal!”