They knew we were coming in the pits. It wasn't like I came from the wall down into the pit lane. There was no way they would have beaten us tonight. We had a better car.

The way the wall is here, you can't see. As I was leaving the pits, they told me JJ is coming. Leaving the pits isn't the easiest thing here because of all the rubber. It was all about getting in front of JJ. We hadn't run that long o­n a set of tires before. It was a crapshoot and our o­nly choice. It was pretty unproven and quite a chance. Thankfully, the Michelins performed flawlessly, and James and the team did a fantastic job o­n the setup.

We knew it was coming, but we tried to pretend we didn't know it was coming,

We knew coming into the game that defending the 3-point line was going to be a big part of our job and obviously we didn't do that very well.

But when have I ever needed saving?
"Are you a Wendy?" I whisper to myself, scanning the low rooftops on the surrounding buildings. It's a long drop to every one of them. But is it too long? How would a person know unless they tried?
I take several steps back from the edge, bouncing on the balls of my feet. Then I crouch.
"Or are you a motherfucking Tinkerbell?

We knew this was coming.