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.

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.

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.

This is a team game and one man doesn't win and one man doesn't lose. In the end, the best team usually wins.

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

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

But the point of using the number was to show that sex was a great part of my life as basketball was a great part of my life. That's the reason why I was single.