Chicago.... . I'm still only in Chicago. Every time I think I'm going to

wake up back in Dallas. When I was home after my first season,

it was worse. I'd wake up and there'd be nothing...

I hardly said a word to my wife until I said yes to a divorce.

When I was here I wanted to be there. When I was there, all I

could think of was getting back into postseason.

I've been here a week now. Waiting for a contract, getting

softer. Every minute I stay in this room I get weaker. And every minute

Cuban squats in the bush he gets stronger.

Each time I look around the walls move in a little tighter.



Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a contract, and for my sins

they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service.