Looking through the plane window and remembering how Isabella teared up after we went our separate ways hurt me, but she had to get used to me not being around as much. When I get into the NBA, I won't be around much with the season.
I wondered how many teams would be interested in me and who I would be working alongside with. It didn't matter honestly where I landed as long as I don't land somewhere too cold like Minnesota or Canada.
Miami would be nice, or maybe Lakers, Philadelphia? To play alongside my favorite player, Iverson or LeBron. To honor Kobe by playing with him since I knew what his fate would be in the future and try to change it.
All that was out of my hands for now; whoever got the number one pick gets me unless someone sells their whole future to contact me; it won't be happening.
