We led at the end of the first half (34-28), but we hadn't done anything special. We sent a message in the third quarter.

We did a pretty good job of playing to our potential, you could say.

We got into a rhythm at the same time.

Everyone stepped up. It was a great team effort, and that's what we need.

There is your car and the open road, the fabled lure of random adventure. You stand at the verge, and you could become anything. Your future shifts and warps with your smallest step, your shitty little whims. The man you will become is at your mercy.

Outside, the sleet had gotten thicker. You could hear it pebbling against the large glass windows, you could see it swirling wildly through the spotlights of street lamps. It was the kind of night when you might expect to see a skeleton flying through the air, its ragged black shroud flapping in the wind.