Kyle Lowry Rumors

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Raptors guards Kyle Lowry and DeMar DeRozan are All-Stars in the East, and Canadians Andrew Wiggins, Trey Lyles and Dwight Powell will play for the World team in the Rising Stars Challenge. “It’s incredible that a young player in Canada can turn on the TV and he’s got a better than 50% chance that he see will an NBA player from Canada playing,” Nash told USA TODAY Sports. “That’s definitely changed. That was rare when I was in high school and college. Now, it’s expected and commonplace.”
“He will be a free agent,” Lowry told ESPN Radio. “That’s the best thing for him to do. And for me as a friend, as a friend, and what he did for me during my free agency, I’ll do the same thing. I will just listen and sit back. I won’t give him no advice, and I won’t push him anywhere. Because, as a friend, friendship comes before basketball, and that’s my guy. Wherever he makes a decision to go — and I’m hoping it’s back here, which I think it’s gonna be — I won’t push him or persuade him or anything. I’ll just say: ‘Hey, listen, bro. I’m here to listen to you.'”
“I don’t want to hear this shit at all.” That’s what was going through my head. It was late in the 2011-12 season. I was with the Houston Rockets, and we were in Denver playing the Nuggets. Kevin McHale was talking to me during the game, but I don’t really remember what he said because I was tuning him out. There were a few other incidents like it that year. I remember a film session where he called me out, and I didn’t like it. Moments where my mindset became, Damn, this might not work out. McHale’s coaching style is exactly like his playing style: hard-nosed, rugged, up in your face. It’s about team, team, team, and doing whatever it takes to be the best teammate possible. He pushed each player hard to make his team the best. But I didn’t know how to interpret his style. I didn’t understand his philosophy.
Growing up, I had very little interaction with my father. My mom would never even call him my “dad.” She would call him by his name, Lonnie. When I was about seven, my father took me, my brother Lonnie and my half-sister Laquira to breakfast. There’s really only one thing I remember from that morning — it’s the last memory of seeing or dealing with my father. My brother Lonnie, who is five years older, took it on himself to play that father role as much as he could. He taught me how to play basketball. He made me dribble with my off hand while walking to the park so I’d be just as good with my left. He showed me what he knew from watching games on TV. Lonnie would look at the ads in the paper, and if he saw there was an AAU tryout, he’d get me up there so I could make the team.