I've played with IVs before, during and after games. I've played with a broken hand, a sprained ankle, a torn shoulder, a fractured tooth, a severed lip, and a knee the size of a softball. I don't miss 15 games because of a toe injury that everybody knows wasn't that serious in the first place.

The party's just getting started. This is where the fun starts.

I'm not jumping through the gym by any means. But I don't need to be able to do that in order to be a great player.

Love me or hate me, it's one or the other. Always has been. Hate my game, my swagger. Hate my fadeaway, my hunger. Hate that I'm a veteran. A champion. Hate that. Hate it with all your heart. And hate that I'm loved, for the exact same reasons.

You can't go and anticipate what it is that you want to see. You just have to be present. Be where you are.

You just try to take it one day at a time, ... You step on the basketball floor and just play. It's fun. I'm comfortable with it.

Basketball is my refuge, my sanctuary. I go back to being a kid on the playground. When I get here, it's all good.