He fouled out in the fourth quarter, and that's when I really started getting points. He was no more at fault than anyone.

All of the sudden, my right leg caved in. I crumpled to the floor in pain. The doctor weren't sure I'd ever be able to play again...and even if I did recover physically, the psychological scars of so traumatic an injury might never heal.

It just wasn't right the way they were behind by 25 points and then they're told to hold the ball.

And I remember leaving my place in L.A. and - my father is a big fight fan - and I said, 'Dad, I got a couple of days off and I'm getting ready to go to Houston to sign to fight Muhammad Ali.

That's my tag, whether I like it or not.

People say my ego is grand. I think it's in proportion to me.

Villains are kind of hard to really know on a personal level when you see them as mean, unsensitive-type people.