You're here to play football, but every day in the locker room, we have to hear about basketball and your Lakers. So what about their recent four-game losing streak?
Look, we're still going to three-peat. I don't know what's going on. They're tripping. See, people have this misconception that Kobe (Bryant) is the key to winning. No, Kobe just needs to be Kobe. The key to winning is Pau Gasol. And in the past few games, he hasn't done what he needed to. He has to be one of those every night 20 (point), 10 (rebound) guys. He's been playing like 42 minutes the past few games. He could be tired. He needs to sit down, lay down, take a nap. I don't know. But we're going to get back on track, and when we do, I won't be hearing all this nonsense.
Where did this whole obsession with the Lakers start?
It started with NBA Live '98 (the video game), Kobe's second year. I went over to one of my teammates' house, and he played with the Lakers. Everybody was into the Bulls, and I was a (Michael) Jordan fan. But when I saw him play with the Lakers … I kind of felt like, "Man, they have a little squad." Then Kobe became my favorite player. … I just stuck with the Lakers.
I know you love Kobe, but who would you say is the greatest Laker?
You have Jerry West, Wilt the Stilt (Chamberlain), the all-time leading scorer in Kareem (Abdul-Jabbar), Magic (Johnson), James Worthy, Shaq (O'Neal).
So what you're trying to say is you can't pick one?
You can't pick one. A lot of people will argue that Wilt is the greatest player ever. Jordan has that title, but (some) people will argue that it's Wilt. Magic has been classified as one of the greatest point guards. You have the all-time leading scorer. He has to be in the argument. Then, Kobe does what he does, with all his accolades. Then, Shaq is, in my opinion, the most dominant big man to play the game. He just couldn't be stopped.
Every week we ask this: What's playing the most on your iPod right now?
Right now, because it's in-season, I just have a few songs that I listen to. It's (Notorious B.I.G.) and 2Pac. From B.I.G., it's One More Chance, and from 2Pac Ambitionz Az a Ridah. Those two I listen to a lot. Then there's a song by Micah Stampley. He's a gospel singer. The song is called Another Place. I listen to that every morning and every game day. I try to listen to it twice a day. That's the song that, when my mother passed away, I would listen to it to calm me down, to help me get through things.
The other weekly question we ask is, what website do you visit the most?
Does Google count?
I was looking for something a little more interesting.
I just get on Google if I'm discussing something with somebody, and I say, "You know, I'm going to prove you wrong." I don't Facebook. I only tweet (Twitter) when necessary. The Internet is not really my thing. Well, there's YouTube. I'll give you YouTube.
I have to go here: Have you taken some grief over your Church's Chicken ad on the radio?
That's all I take is grief. I'm the chicken king around here. Everybody asks me, "How are you going to go and do a chicken commercial?" Because I love it! That's the bottom line. I love Church's. I have refrained from eating Church's because I'm trying to eat somewhat right for the season. But Church's is my thing. The commercial is no lie. When I lived back in Oklahoma, Church's was an every-week thing, at least two or three times a week. My cousins used to make fun of me just like my teammates do. (They would say), "I bet you had some chicken today, didn't you?" Yes, I did, and I want some more. On Thanksgiving, what does everybody ask for? Turkey and dressing. What did I ask for? Chicken. I'm not ashamed of it.
On a related note, I know your mom passed away, but when she was with us, was there a particular dish she made that was No. 1?
Okay, I won't give you chicken because everybody is expecting me to say that. On Sunday afternoons, everybody would look for Mama McCoy (and ask), "Can you make us some burritos?" There were these certain burritos she made. I wish I could tell you what was in it. … Oh my gosh, to this day, I am so upset that I cannot get another one of those burritos. My sister tries to make those, but it's not quite the same.
So she didn't leave you the recipe?
Man, no, but we wish she had.