We just talked about our heart and our desire. We've been working for this since we were first-graders.

The basketball options didn't really work out. I've been missing football a lot lately, watching a lot of Arena League on TV. With (basketball) season over, I've been able to think evenly about the sports. I think I have a good opportunity at Washington State.

It's hard. I'll miss it.

Our big shots weren't falling. And it seemed like every time we got a little momentum, (Ellensburg) answered back.

Everyone knew they had to come together. We knew we had to step up and compensate for the fire and energy that Scotty brings. We filled his role by committee.

I'm sure you've heard people talk about their Heart's Desire—well that's a load of rot. Hearts are idiots. They're big and squishy and full of daft dreams. They flounce off to write poetry and moon at folk who aren't worth the mooning. Bones are the ones that have to make the journey, fight the monster, kneel before whomever is big on kneeling these days. Bones do the work for the heart's grand plans. Bones know what you need. Hearts only know want.