Last time we lost at SC, everyone's head was down. Guys were almost in tears.

When the plane was coming in from New Orleans, a message went out over the BlackBerry.

But, hey. We won.

Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears; / Yet slower yet, O faintly, gentle springs.

The busy have no time for tears.

I was near tears one time when I fell in the mud. I had to cover my face.