Not A Game, Not A Game... Practice.

I Don't Want To Just Go To The Playoffs, I Don't Want To Go To The Playoffs And Win The First Round, Second Round, And Not Win The Whole Thing Because It's Bittersweet.

I Didn't Know I Had This Many Fans In Puerto Rico. I'm Going To Carry This Memory To My Grave.

I Remember Playing In A Tournament When At Home We Didn't Have Light, Because My Mom Spent Her Last Money On My Sneakers.

I Love You Philadelphia. I Want To Thank You For Accepting Me, And Letting Me Be Me And Make This My Home Forever.

How The Hell Can I Make My Teammates Better By Practicing?!