When I'm aggressive and physically feel pretty good, I'm hard to stop.
I know that if I perform at a really high level, we're going to have a better chance to win.
I want to be on the floor. I want to fight for the win.
You never know when it is your last game or your last tournament.
When it comes to playoff time, I pull the energy and the motivation.
I won't forget the hood. I won't forget the days of catching a bullet on the way to the mailbox or bricks with death threats that somehow made their way through the window.