I hope I don't cry. I keep losing it. It was scary. It tore some of the roof off. I couldn't get gas to keep the generator going. We lost everything in our refrigerator.

We don't even know who to ask (for help); maybe these people can help us.

We knew New Orleans was a bad area. We never thought it would happen.

The way it tore the walls and roof out of the trailer, I'm sure it sucked me up into the wind. I'm really glad I was unconscious.

I don't really mind the penalties but I don't like losing the rhythm. I like the rhythm from playing 5 on 5; we generate things then. Losing a man hurts our ebb and flow.

They were losing hope,