The people at the top of the league think they need to rein me in so I don't become another Michael Jordan, somebody they aren't able to mold and shape and make their puppet.

For years the league has thought I've been on drugs. I would have burned out a long time ago if that was true.

My feet are like gnarled old tree branches.

I hate the fact that he's doing that, but the fact is that, you know what, that's a human being, though. He let his guard down one day to me, a friend.

I've got to give Larry Bird his due; he was a great player. He knew the game and he was smart.

With me, everything's right on the table.

I don't trust what this life has given me.