I wouldn't dare wear one tattoo. I'd rock the medium length socks, which not many players man up on. I wouldn't touch any headbands, sleeves, or any other "basketball accessories". During the season and during the off season, I would have my personal trainers fetch my rebounds as I take 500 contested threes, 500 contested jumpers, and 500 contested layups. When I'm done with that, I wouldn't leave the gym until I hit at least 100 free throws, preferably all in a row. At night I'd come back to the gym and run suicides by myself. I'd be the best player who ever lived.
I'd sleep with a different woman every night, but I'd stay away from drugs and alcohol. For the most part, I'd spend my money lavishly, since I'd be the highest paid player in the NBA. But you wouldn't see me in thirty years as one of those broke ex-ball players--I'm not that careless with dough.
I would never donate to charities just to do a good deed. If I were to donate money, I would have to feel passionately about it. Often times, I would probably go to poor towns and cities, where parents are struggling to make it, pick a family out, and buy a new house for them. To me that is worth a whole lot more than donating $100,000 to X Y and Z.
I would never mention God in an interview. I would never use the terms aggression, facilitator, or basketball IQ. My public appearances would be scarce. I would most likely be getting fined by Stern because of my refusal to do interviews. The times I do speak to the public, it would be for the kids.
After every game, I would take my jersey and shoes off and give them to a kid in the crowd.