I remember this shit like it was yesterday. One of the most humbling experiences I need, but it transformed my basketball game.

La Clippers, we put a belt to the ass to the Lakers, and we played them. They must have put Avery Bradley on me. I couldn't bring the ball up to court, literally.

And I felt like it was nothing I could do about it. Then I started getting off of it, not even wanting to dribble him because I couldn't bring the ball up.

That summer, I go right to Kua.

Hey, man, I'm having trouble with my handle. What the fuck can I do? He had three people guard you when you come down every time and every workout.

Every time you work out, go from full court all the way down when you're about to start your drill out. Then when they do that, just tell them to stop and do that and keep doing that.

And I've been doing that. So now it's like, feel me?

Like, boom, boom, bump. Okay, come on, pressure me. Please pressure me. I'm going to go get a layup. I'm going to work on my crafts.