I got (Sheridan) in the air, which is what I wanted to do, but the shot didn't go in.

I don't know if she [Anderson] shot up into the air or . . . .

They shot the lights out, they shot the air out of the ball, ... What can you do?

A transient wish crossed his mind; that he could have stayed around and introduced her to the innocent pleasures of...
But the devil with innocent pleasures. He dropped his head back against the wooden settle, closing his eyes. His feelings about Princess Field Mouse were as guilty as sin. He wasted a few moments in imagining a warm bed and his head pillowed on her delightfully plump breasts.
His lust for her was the most peculiar emotion, unlike anything a female had ever before inspired in him: a sort of passion for peace, a ferocious itch to have her and the bizarre impression that he'd somehow gain serenity from the act, that he could lose himself in her as if she were some primal element: a pathless forest or an endless plain instead of a chubby girl.

There's no talk in our locker room that we're going back to the NIT. There's no telling what everyone else is thinking, but we know what we think in the locker room.

We're really maturing as a team, we know how good we can be. When it comes to ranked teams, (we) need every advantage we can get and they (coaches) have done a great job of preparing us for these games.