I'm a big man and I like big dogs.... The dogs kept growing until only one of us could get in the elevator. It caused enough hassles so they finally kicked me out of my apartment.

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 willing to do anything to stop me.

I was played the villain so much because I was bigger and stronger than most, and they cast me as the villain everywhere I went.

I guarantee you, if you could give me 10 points in all those seventh games against the Boston Celtics, instead of Bill Russell having 11 rings, I could've at least had nine or eight.

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

Everybody pulls for David, nobody roots for Goliath.