What would men be without women? Scarce, sir. . . mighty scarce.
I'm not trying to be like what I thought an NBA player is supposed to be growing up.
My mom just wants to make sure that my heart is always in whatever I do and I'm in things for the right reasons.
I don't mind talking about the game. I don't mind talking about what we go through as players, because I want people to get a deeper look inside instead of looking at stats all the time or looking at numbers or just watching the game. I want them to get a pulse on us as players, and a lot of players might not want that, but that's what I want.
I'm going to be real as hell and show you who I am, because I want the kids to see who I really am and the basketball players to see who I really am, and that's all that matters to me.
I've learned that it's harder to try to put on this goody two-shoes persona when that's not me.
I'm going to show you my faults, I'm going to show you my insecurities, I'm going to be real.
It's only a hitch when you're in a slump. When you're hitting the ball its called rhythm.
I'm a dude, obviously, and when I'm not in a relationship, I don't do laundry until I want to. But if I live with a girl, you have to do it when she wants to or when we want to, which sucks.
Help! I'm being held prisoner by my heredity and environment.
What is forgotten, however, is that many times the Good we create leads to Evil that will destroy us.