Once again it's on. Time to show love to those who have inspired, motivated, supported, indulged, and assisted me in my attempts to further cast my influence on the world. Shit is real in the field, no doubt!
Peace to Edward and Mozelle Boyd for the foundation and for taking me to my first NBA game. Peace to all my peeps: Patrick Smith, David Was, Kenneth Shropshire, Gil Friesen, Brian Smith, James Scott, Carl Fletcher, Sohail D., Larry Piatt, Javier Jimenez, Albert Berger, Keith Westbrook (wherever you are). Hold it down, y'all. Peace to my agent Winifred Golden for recognizing the game in me. Peace to Emily Lacy and Lisa Allen for all your research and assistance. Peace to Janet Hill at Doubleday/Harlem Moon for recognizing my skills with the written word. Peace to Wayne Wilson at the Amateur Athletic Foundation for all those NCAA tapes. Peace to Ed Derse for hooking me up with Wayne Wilson. Peace to Billy Hunter and all the cats down at the NBA Players Association annual meeting in Puerto Rico, June 2002, for allowing me into your world, listening to what I had to say, and for feeling it the way you did. Game recognize game. Peace to all the streetballers and playground legends who set the standards but never got paid.