We knew it was the night.

We were crying; we were so happy.

That's all we thought about - give the ball to Allison.

It was tough (to rebound). I felt like I had arm jewelry on the whole night. But I just ripped the ball from them because I wanted to win so badly.

Accidents happen at night. They come around the curve and flip it, and they wind up in my driveway or across the street.

Sometimes day and night reverse. Sometimes up goes down and down goes up, and love turns into hate, and the things you counted on get washed out from under your feet, leaving you pedaling in the air. Sometimes people stop loving you. And that's the kind of darkness that never gets fixed, no matter how many moons rise again, filling the sky with a weak approximation of light.