I hear my friends and my mom tell me I'm special, but honestly, I still don't get it.

My mom and I have always been there for each other. We had some tough times, but she was always there for me.

You know, when I have a bad game, it continues to humble me and know that, you know, you still have work to do and you still have a lot of people to impress.

You know, my family and friends have never been yes-men: 'Yes, you're doing the right thing, you're always right.' No, they tell me when I'm wrong, and that's why I've been able to stay who I am and stay humble.

I'm not going to fight because I mean too much to our team, and I can't afford to be suspended for a game or do something stupid to get me kicked out of a playoff game.

I laugh and joke, but I don't get distracted very easily.