Be good. Be kind to each other. And if there's somebody you love, tell them. The world always needs more love.
My cutter has been key for me, and my curveball. I've been able to spot them where I want to spot them.
My main focus off the court is to be humble. My mom always told me to be a presentable young man. I'm not going to pretend to be something that I'm not and act a certain way for people. I plan on being myself. I like having a good time, but I still carry myself in an orderly fashion.
Obviously, you want to teach your child between right and wrong, respect and being kind to others, whether it's their sisters or parents. You try to teach them by example, talk to them and explain certain situations. But there's also a time to put them in time out or let them know they've made a mistake and try to learn from it.
I'm going to go out and be the best quarterback I can be and get the most out of my potential.
I don't play basketball for the money. I don't play it for the crowd. When I didn't have a friend, when I was lonely, I always knew I could grab that orange pill and go hoop. I could go and dunk on somebody. If things weren't going right, I could make a basket and feel better.
I literally and truly don't care how many points I score. I get far more satisfaction out of doing the other things that make us winners.
Clear Channel owns all the major radio stations and venues. Most musicians aren't aware that a few people control so much of what we hear.
I'm not religious. I would say I'm more spiritual than religious.
My grandfather, in 1848, had fled from Germany to find political freedom in the United States.
I'm so alive. As I stand facing the beauty of the never-ending Pacific Ocean, a late afternoon breeze blows down from the hills behind. As always, it is a beautiful day. The sun is making its final descent. The magic is about to begin. The skies are ready to burn with brilliance, as it turns from a soft blue to a bright orange. Looking towards the West, I stare in awe at the hypnotic power of the waves. A giant curl begins to take form, then breaks with a thundering clap as it crashes on the shore.