Last summer, I could have sworn Brad Miller said that part of him would rather be hunting back in Indiana than playing professional basketball. I took this to mean he was considering retirement when his giant contract ($12+ million) expires next summer.
On why his NBA days aren’t over:
“You know with my basketball IQ I think I can overcome the shortness of athleticism and quickness that I’m finally starting to lose at my age.”
What do you mean, Brad?!
Oh.
On what kind of cash he expects to make:
“I won’t be asking for the same amount (seven years, $68 million). I do call myself a realist. Hopefully, I’ll get more (than league minimum) but it’s not about money. I just want to play. I think I have not too many more but definitely one or two more seasons in me.”
Hey, if Greg Ostertag can hang around for 11 seasons — still unbelievable, right? — why can’t Brad make it 13 or 14?
On his original NBA expectations:
“No way I could’ve predicted this. I thought maybe I’d get a couple of years in and call it good. It has been an amazing ride. I just kept going.”
Bet he didn’t expect this either. Or this.
On his post-game routine:
“I don’t do anything off the court. I just stay in bed, stay on the couch, play with my daughter when I’m home and get as much rest as I can.”