Once you open your eyes and start looking around you, you start picking up things that are very obvious.
Dear Basketball, From the moment I started rolling my dad's tube socks and shooting imaginary game-winning shots ... I fell in love with you.
I played T-Mac. I cooked him. Roasted him. Wasn't even close.
People just don't understand how obsessed I am with winning.
I write all day and outline stories, a sports mythological universe.
Nobody in the world can guard me one-on-one.