For a bunch of young kids, I thought we played real good. We had opportunities. We had a chance but just didn't come through with that key hit.

We thought they were a little weaker at 215. We thought we had a better chance and it paid off.

It was our chance. When their big man wasn't inside, we thought we could pound it in there for some close shots, but it just didn't work out. Their other guys also stepped up when he wasn't in there.

I'm nothing but proud of our kids. Nobody gave us a chance. I'm sure everyone thought it was going to be a 35-40-point game. There are no moral victories; I just feel good about how we played and the effort we gave. We've made a lot of strides.

I thought our kids gave a real gusty effort. They didn't appear to be intimidated by the circumstances, which is a good thing for us.

Then kids wouldn't eat them anymore. We can't let the cat out of the bag (that they're healthy).