When I signed my original deal, I believed that I would become a max player so I had a player's option. So, I make 11 and 12 million the next two years and then the extension would put me at 12.5, 13, 14 in the three years of the extension. The part that I got frustrated about the extension was that I have to play next year at that figure no matter what and then if I extend, all I'm getting is four years guaranteed. But, if I opt out after next year, I'll have six years guaranteed because I'll sign a whole new six year contract.

So at the end of the day, it will be a six-year deal instead of a four-year deal and instead of starting at 12.5 or 13 million, I'll be starting at 14 or 15 million and I'll be a max player.

This has nothing to do with me leaving or trying to look for other teams. I have to do it:

1. To get more years and
   
2. To increase my pay.

I finally ran for the first time. You ever seen a three-legged dog run? I'm just a little bit better than that.

But I looked good doing it. I had on all my adidas gear, had on the Gil Zeros, you know.

My shot was still there. That's all that matters to me, as long as I can shoot the ball.

My fear that I was having was falling, that was my biggest fear - falling on my leg. Wouldn't you know, we were riding on the freeway and I had to get off and go on the pike towards the airport and Crystal City. The people behind me were too close so I couldn't break and I had to just jump the curb going at least 15 miles an hour.

Whoo! That wasn't a pretty sight. I had grass stains and all sorts of stuff. I fell on my good leg so it was nothing to worry about. All the cars were stopping and asking, "You alright?" I was like, "Yeah, you know, my ego is hurt but that's about it."

I wasn't wearing a bike helmet. The only people who wear bike helmets are 13-year old girls and Tony Hawk, but that's skateboarding and he's doing flips and stuff. I'm going straight. Ha, well I guess I did end up doing a flip off my bike, but it wasn't a planned one.