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

I couldn't have come close without my teammates' help because the Knicks didn't want me to make 100.

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.

I get constant reminders from fans who equate that game and my career as one and the same.

They were so clever finding ways to get me the ball. They had to do more than just give up open shots. They had to avoid fouls and pass me the ball in traffic.

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

With all of you men out there who think that having a thousand different ladies is pretty cool, I have learned in my life I've found out that having one woman a thousand different times is much more satisfying.