You come, you unload and on Friday you have a single night session right away that could determine the pole,

I don't know if (city officials) expect me to drive by at 3 a.m. on a Thursday night. I'm not their mother.

I just hope we can continue clicking right now. The night we played Rockwall, everything was clicking and we just need to try to match that every time we take the field.

I wanted to come up with something special for Indy, and we came up with it at the right time. But it's still just qualifying, and I have to come up with something special for tomorrow.

So, one night when my mom and sister were gone, Aron and I wasted several six packs and got drunk. Yep. There we were. Drunk. In my house. Nothing magical happened. There was no enlightenment. We both staggered around like idiots. Then Aron went off to the bathroom and puked for the longest time.

We really lost the game in the first half. We were perhaps still celebrating from our win the other night. I don't know if we were hungry enough. We play better when we're hungry. I hope we can learn something from this game. It could be a wake-up call.