It's amazing now the amount of love we get around this city from all the Hornets' fans. Growing up, you really don't understand it. Now I'm really starting to realize what Hornets means here in Charlotte.

Of course, I've been a Knicks fan growing up, always rooted for the home team. But I really can't see myself in a Knicks jersey - only because I've been in one jersey.

There were times I didn't know if I even belonged in the NBA. Everyone at this level is so good - bigger, stronger, faster.

I had a lot of doubt coming into my career about being an elite point guard in this league.

I've got more out of tennis than I could ever give back.

The walls of our upstairs hallway testify that we once had photogenic children. There are rows of framed pictures that show them playing baseball, basketball, holding a toad, and smiling in the sunlight at their eager parents. Everything is orderly and bright.

I liked the game, I enjoyed the game, and the game fed me enough, and gave me enough rewards to reinforce that this is something that I should spend time doing, and that I could possibly make a priority in my life, versus other sports.

In sports, the confluence of the 1989 Oakland vs. San Francisco World Series and the Loma Prieta earthquake notwithstanding, the earth rarely moves.