I know what people think I am. People think I'm dumb. People think I party all the time. People think I'm ignorant.
One weird thing about me: I come home from practice or a game or whatever, and somehow my left sock always seems to get off my foot, and I end up walking around with one sock on.
My favorite restaurant in the Twin Cities is McDonalds. I order two cheeseburgers, two snack wraps with no sauce, two fish fillets with cheese and light tartar sauce, two large fries, two apple pies, and one large milkshake.
I feel like an '8 Mile' Eminem compared to 'My Name is.' Whenever my name is brought up, it's in a 'Slim Shady' way, and it's funny, and I'm lighthearted, but at the same time, every once in a while, I like to take it seriously.
I just want the respect I deserve. Not for what I can do in the future but what I've done in the past. And I just want a fair opportunity, a fair chance, a fair shot to play basketball.
One time I had an awkward moment on purpose, you know, just to see what it feels like. I slipped getting out of my car at a big event. I got out of the car and fell face first into the street. A lot of cameras were on me. I was pretty embarrassed. I did it on purpose, though.
