Cole was our biggest cheerleader. That was good to see. He wasn't on the bench sulking and feeling sorry for himself. He was thinking about the team.

We're not sitting down, sulking, feeling bad. We're not even focused on it. We have good enough players to back it up and we'll go out and see if we can't get it done this week.

It's not wrong to feel sorry for yourself. Just like it's not wrong to stand in a puddle of water while the rain pours down on your head. But neither is productive, unless you enjoy feeling cold and miserable and soggy while mascara runs down your face.

I'm more of a cheerleader now, but I get to put on my spikes, ... It means a lot to me.

We're not sitting down sulking and feeling bad. We're rallying around what we've got, and we feel we've got plenty intact. We have full confidence that we can give ourselves a chance to win.

He's bigger than a doctor. Joe is the team doctor, but he is also the biggest cheerleader and also the emergency coach. He would probably fly the team plane if he could or drive the bus if he had to. That's how he feels about the organization.