In the past few years, we haven't even been this far and now that we're so close (to a section championship) we want it even more. I just don't think at the beginning of the game we realized how badly we wanted to win.

I think the whole team knew this was going to be a challenge tonight. Our main goal was just to push hard the whole game. There were a few lapses, but less than usual.

It was tough (to rebound). I felt like I had arm jewelry on the whole night. But I just ripped the ball from them because I wanted to win so badly.

I wanted to beat them pretty bad. It was a pretty tense game with all the fans.

This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.

I’ll tell you another secret, this one for your own good. You may think the past has something to tell you. You may think that you should listen, should strain to make out its whispers, should bend over backward, stoop down low to hear its voice breathed up from the ground, from the dead places. You may think there’s something in it for you, something to understand or make sense of.
But I know the truth: I know from the nights of Coldness. I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It’s hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.
Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back and running its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do—the only thing—is run.