I'm kind of scared. It sounds like it just hits you out of nowhere, but I feel good.

Happy roads is bunk. Weary roads is right. Get you nowhere fast. That's where I've got—nowhere. Where everyone lands in the end, even if most of the suckers won't admit it.

I was just a sophomore and I don't think I really comprehended what a big deal it was to go to the tournament. This is a new opportunity and I appreciate it so much more.

It's kind of a bummer not being part of it. It would have been really exciting to be there.

The ball sounds a little different when Monroe hits it.

Just last week I was kind of scared. Now I feel like the cat that swallowed the canary.