I was a medium-level juvenile delinquent from Newark who always dreamed about doing a movie. Someone said, 'Hey, here's $7 million, come in and do this genie movie.' What am I going to say, no? So I did it.

Write this: Since my boy is the coach, I'm going to try out for the Dolphins next year. Tight end.

Stay out of the gentlemen's clubs. Get a lot of rest. Just have fun and relax and stay focused.

One time, I put up 40, 50 points dunking on Shawn Bradley. After the game, he brought his family over. He was like, 'This is my wife. She wants to take a picture.' I'm like, 'Nice to meet you.' I smile into the camera, take the picture, and then feel guilty about dunking on him so many times.

I'll hit them when it matters.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, bet you can't type that.

I'm not worried about facing the Sacramento Queens. Write it down. Take a picture. I'm not going to talk about this all year. When I get back, there's going to be trouble.