It's A Habit Of Mine Now, Noticing

I Know The Signs Of Scaredness.

Maybe It’s My Own Fault. Maybe I Led You To Believe It Was Easy When It Wasn’t. Maybe I Made You Think My Highlights Started At The Free Throw Line, And Not In The Gym. Maybe I Made You Think That Every Shot I Took Was A Game Winner. That My Game Was Built On Flash, And Not Fire. Maybe It’s My Fault That You Didn’t See That Failure Gave Me Strength; That My Pain Was My Motivation. Maybe I Led You To Believe That Basketball Was A God Given Gift, And Not Something I Worked For Every Single Day Of My Life. Maybe I Destroyed The Game. Or Maybe You’re Just Making Excuses.

For A Competitive Junkie Like Me, Golf Is A Great Solution Because It Smacks You In The Face Every Time You Think You Have Accomplished Something. That To Me Has Taken Over A Lot Of The Energy And Competitiveness For Basketball.

We Had To Be To The Stadium At Six O'clock For Home Games, And Traffic Was So Bad It Would Take Us An Hour And Fifteen Or An Hour And Thirty Minutes To Drive. So Now I'm Sitting In A Car For Almost An Hour And A Half And I'm Very Tense. I'm Worried About The Traffic. So I Started Smoking A Cigar Going To The Games.

I Know What's Within Me Even If You Can't See It Yet...i Have Something More Important Than Courage, I Have Patience. I Will Become What I Know I Am.