I filled my tank (Wednesday). I was shocked by the cost when I drove away from the pump.

Doug just wanted me to shoot (a jumper). But I pump-faked (Tarpley) and drove by him. That was the only game-winning shot I ever hit (in 10 NBA seasons).

The days are over when the guy in the uniform filled your tank, wiped your windshield and checked your oil, water and air. The only way to survive today is to pump a lot of gas and either own a convenience store or a garage that can bring in extra revenue.

All the increases we see at the pump are attributable to the cost of crude.

When your arm gets hit, the ball is not going to go where you want it to.

I was so happy when I heard Al was coming to NBC. These last four years have been as enjoyable as anything could be.