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To this day, I hate walnuts and I hate onions because on weekends

To this day, I hate walnuts and I hate onions because on weekends when the walnuts and onions were in season, we were out there first thing in the morning and out there until the sun went down topping onions or picking walnuts. – Scott Brooks

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I believe this with all my heart: The greatest coach of all time in my eyes is my mom. Shes instilled in me a toughness and a perseverance and just a never-quit mentality, and I thank her every day for providing me, for what she sacrificed her life for. – Scott Brooks

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Im very thankful to players like John Stockton and Spud Webb. Theyve made it possible for someone like me to make it. I think teams are actually looking for one player under 6-feet now, because they make things happen. – Scott Brooks

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