Maybe My Pain Was My Motivation.

We Did What We Are Supposed To. We Protected Home. We Have To Try To Do It Again Thursday Night.

All The People That Were Rooting On Me To Fail, At The End Of The Day, They Have To Wake Up Tomorrow And Have The Same Life That They Had Before They Woke Up Today. They Have The Same Personal Problems They Had Today. I'm Going To Continue To Live The Way I Want To Live And Continue To Do The Things That I Want To Do With Me And My Family And Be Happy With That. They Can Get A Few Days Or A Few Months Or Whatever The Case May Be On Being Happy About Not Only Myself, But The Miami Heat Not Accomplishing Their Goal. But They Have To Get Back To The Real World At Some Point.

I Wouldn't Feel Good About It At All. At The End Of The Day I'm Here To Win A Team Prize, And That's To Win A Championship, Not An Individual Prize.

Everything Is Sore Right Now. Everything. I Look Like I'm Doing Okay But I Can't Wait To Get Home.

The Best Option For Me To Do Was Not To Move. I Tried, And Any Little Nudge Or Step, It The Cramping Would Get Worse. It Was The Whole Left Leg ... Nearly The Whole Left Side. ... I Drank A Lot Of Fluids At Halftime. I Even Changed My Uniform.