"Son, we live in a world that has baskets, and those baskets have to be defended by men. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Mr. Coyle?? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Fab Melo, and you curse the basketball program. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Stan Kissel's academic endeavors, while tragic, probably won ballgames. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, wins ballgames. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that court , you need me on that court."