I knew they were going to double-down on Kim, and I knew that was going to be open.

As a senior, when the game gets out of control, it's my job to keep the team going so that no matter what the score is, we are playing tough.

I've been struggling a lot with my 3-point shot. My team stayed behind me, and the coaches said, ?Keep shooting, keep shooting. It's gonna fall, you're a shooter.' It's finally dropping for me again.

Mother Nature may be forgiving this year, or next year, but eventually she's going to come around and whack you. You've got to be prepared.

I did not know it then, but Frida had already become the most important fact in my life. And would continue to be, up to the moment she died, 27 years later.

July 13, 1954 was the most tragic day of my life. I had lost my beloved Frida forever. To late now I realized that the most wonderful part of my life had been my love for Frida.