He thinks he is alone. Alone until a reporter catches a glimpse of him. The media dash ensues. They want to ask him about his best game yet in a Heat uniform. Eight assists, four steals, seven rebounds - enough statistical fodder to spawn a cheery interview out of most players. And Miami even won.
Williams, his panther and dragon tattoos concealed by his shirt, hurries to his locker, his back turned to a pack of trailing reporters.
"I don't have any individual expectations," Williams says.
"We can be as good as we want to be."
"My job's real easy. Those guys rebound and give me the ball and then I just have to pick and choose who to go to."
After four questions, the entourage has run out of ammunition. Or are they icebreakers?
One reporter switches gears.
"Jason, what do you cherish about your days at Florida? Obviously it didn't go quite as you planned, but what did you enjoy about going to college there?"
"I cherished getting kicked out of school," Williams snaps after several seconds of silence. "It was a great thing. I became a millionaire."
And that is why i miss the bastard.
And oh, some youtube links by J-Dub: