I Am Competing With What I Am

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.

I Know Fear Is An Obstacle For Some People, But It Is An Illusion To Me . . . Failure Always Made Me Try Harder Next Time.

A Leader Can't Make Excuses. There Has To Be Quality In Everything You Do. Off The Court, On The Court, In The Classroom.

My Heroes Are And Were My Parents. I Can't See Having Anyone Else As My Heroes.

It Is Nerve-wracking Watching My Kids' Games.