In the realm of sports, success is celebrated, and rightly so. That’s just the way it operates. There’s no resentment on my part regarding the recognition that comes with achievement. As I mentioned earlier, De’Aaron Fox accomplished something remarkable with his team, something that hadn’t happened in quite some time. He deserves every bit of acclaim and recognition for that.
My perspective is a bit different. I had my chance, and while I wish circumstances had been different, my passion for winning and for helping Sacramento return to its former glory as a playoff contender was genuine. Unfortunately, it didn’t pan out for me, and that’s just the unpredictability of life. Sometimes things don’t go as planned.
There’s no animosity from me towards those who find success where I couldn’t. Holding onto negative feelings only hinders one’s progress, and I refuse to do that. What happened is in the past, and though I wish things had turned out better given my passion for victory, I feel misunderstood. Being labeled as something I’m not, simply because I was in a losing situation, is frustrating. I understand where the narrative came from, but it feels undeserved.
I’ve always seen myself as a player who knows how to win. My track record speaks for itself—I’ve won everywhere except in Sacramento. That remains a part of my journey, though I’m not satisfied with the story that’s been spun about my time there. I cared deeply about the city and what I contributed. Hopefully, one day, people will see my true intentions, and the narrative will realign with reality.
