I painted my toenails before Dennis Rodman. One time at training camp, I stubbed my toe and the nail came loose. My mom gave me some toenail hardener, and I painted over it. I scored 40-something points that night, so it became a ritual. Paint my toenails, score 40 points.

I don't really consider myself one of those superstars. I just consider myself a guy that was lucky enough to win the athletic lottery many times over.

That game was dedicated to Rick Adelman. I'm at home, in the bathroom, trying to take a dump, flipping through the channels and he's complaining (on TV) about how I'm stepping over the line. I can't even do a No. 2 in peace. I'm sitting there grunting at 12:30 at night. Can I go one day without somebody saying something negative about me?

This is my disguise, but it doesn't work.

Some of my favorite songs--and I don't know if this is the right terminology--are white-boy classics.

I'm playing like Eric Dampier.

I'm not going to try to go out there and outdo him. I don't have to try to outdo him, I'm Shaq.