He went out and showed everybody. We were out there crying and giving each other hugs. I knew he had it inside him.

I've never been in that situation before, crying before a race. I felt like a sissy.

I was scared. I've never been in the situation where I was crying before a race. I kind of felt like a sissy, but it worked out.

I knew Carl and I were skating for silver.

It just complimented the part so well and really showed that we shouldn't be narrow-minded.

...Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling...People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.