Our focus right now is (only on) Carver. Because if we don't get past them, it doesn't matter.

There is in the soul a desire for not thinking.
For being still. Coupled with this
a desire to be strict, yes, and rigorous.
But the soul is also a smooth son of a bitch,
not always trustworthy. And I forgot that.

He was a yard past me.

We had to play our style, our way to win. Us keeping the lead a little helped us with our confidence.

Steve will never put her in front of a camera. He's adamant that she not appear on camera anywhere.

We seemed to be in a hurry in the first half, especially in trying to get the ball inside to Dominique Powell. In the second half, we was able to do a better job with the ball, reversing it and passing it better for more open looks and that loosened up their defense and forced them to work a little harder.