It's just a matter of getting those legs back.

As far as carrying the torch for the years to come, I don't know. I just want to be the best basketball player I can be.

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.

I don’t want to say I’ll be back at the top of my game because everybody’s gonna think I’m crazy and it’s the old player not letting go sort of thing, but that’s what it’s gonna be.

It’s not a question of if we make the playoffs; we will. And when we get there, I have no fear of anyone.

My role is to make sure we're moving in the right direction, getting points, rebounds, steals, assists and providing leadership.

I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. No matter what the injury - unless it's completely debilitating - I'm going to be the same player I've always been. I'll figure it out. I'll make some tweaks, some changes, but I'm still coming.