So I gave everything I had, not just because it was my job, but because it was a responsibility.
People talk about culture in sports as something that is created through discipline, habits, and accountability. Oklahoma taught me that culture runs deeper than that.
Culture is memory.
It is understanding what a community has been through and choosing to honor it, not with words, but with how you show up every day.
I came to Oklahoma City to play basketball, but before I played a single game, this state showed me something far more important than wins or losses.
It showed me what it means to carry the weight of a place with dignity.
It showed me that there are people in those arenas who have lived through the unthinkable and still choose to stand, to cheer, to believe.
And it taught me that when you step onto that court in Oklahoma, you are not just playing a game.
You are honoring 168 lives.
You are stepping into a story that did not begin with you and will not end with you.
I played 180 games for the Oklahoma City Thunder, and before every single one, I reminded myself of that responsibility.
Each night, I dedicated the game to one of the 168 people who lost their lives in that attack.
Every time I stepped onto the court, I carried a name with me.
A life.
A story that was taken too soon.
And over time, I realized something I will never forget.
For me, those were games.
For them, there were no second chances.
And if you truly understand that, then giving anything less than everything you have is not just a mistake.
It is a failure to honor who they are.