We played every night. Sometimes we'd stay overnight after a game, but we'd usually drive on to our next destination.

We hung out on the streets, played stickball, and did all of the things that other kids did.

There were riots in just about every game we played with Syracuse.

The MVP award was very satisfying in terms of personal accomplishments, but the championship was the most important thing of all.

It also didn't take me long to decide that Tri-Cities wasn't for me, and that I wasn't going to go there to play basketball.

We ran an up-tempo, transition-style of game at Boston College - very similar to what we ran when I played for Arnold.

I was the original socially depraved shy ghetto kid.