It was a challenge to my teammates to help me.

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.

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

It just wasn't right the way they were behind by 25 points and then they're told to hold the ball.

You must understand as a kid of color in those days, the Harlem Globetrotters were like being movie stars.

It was a different sexual situation going on than it is in the '80s and '90s, and I did a very poor job of describing that.

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.

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

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