You really start forming a new routine. You're up with the sun because you have to fire up the generator, and you're in bed with the sunset.

We're a team of routine, and when we don't do that we don't play well.

But the grind has begun. The windows don’t open, and even the availability of near-constant jokes about Jews and Mormons fails to stem the tide of frustration, decay. We’ve reached the end of pure inspiration, and are now somewhere else, something implying routine, or doing something because people expect us to do it, going somewhere each day because we went there the day before, saying things because we have said them before, and this seems like the work of a different sort of animal, contrary to our plan, and this is very very bad.

Ben kept us in it in the first half. He was really on fire, ... We controlled the second half, but we couldn't finish. We had at least four breakaways,























































































































with nothing to show for it.

He was still a little nervous going into the final. He didn't come out with that fire that he had earlier. But he'll get that back.

It's like a fire. If you have kindling and you have to put something on that fire to keep it going then I guess that's what you do with a junior college player.