There was a time in my life, not too long ago, that everything was completely f*cked up. I was confused all the time. Between drunken nights & senseless arguments. I had no idea what direction my life was going in. We were two crazy kids, not knowing what the f*ck we were doing, just figuring it out as we went. But amongst all those ridiculous arguments, unnecessary tears & out of control screaming matches, there was something that was real & genuine. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never been so stressed in my entire life, but it was somehow always worth it. That time has passed, but I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t do it all over again. Because I would. In a heartbeat. Sometimes it’s the madness that keeps people going. The constant struggle keeps some motivated. I wouldn’t suggest it though. I never have & probably never will fight for anything so hard ever again, but it’s nice to know the fight is in me should I need it in the future. Random thoughts on a summer night.
"I got one year left on this deal and then I’m coming off the books. So if that helps for us to be better I’m going to take a paycut. That’s part of the pitch. Cuban and Donnie have got to be part of the pitch. I think Dallas and the fans here, the sellout streak, the city to live in is gorgeous and has gotta be in the top five in the league. Hopefully, some of those guys will decide to come, and if not, we’ve gotta have a plan B. If none of those top free agents come, we gotta make some moves with sign and trades or something. We want to get back to the playoffs and be a factor. We owe it to these fans who come out every single night to support us."
"They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time."