In the previous two games (against RFH), we started to get down on ourselves and broke down individually. We learned we have to play as a team to survive. Tonight we were survivors.

We watched film over and over and saw how they sag on me, and Jenna gave me the confidence to do what we had to do. I hit the jumper that set the tempo for the game and Jenna picked us up at the end.

We were just really fired up to prove we're No. 1.

This whole medal count is, in my opinion, not really in the spirit of the Olympic Games. It just kind of has evolved that way and countries seem to derive some kind of satisfaction or disappointment based on the medal count. I have no control over that. It's a big risk to go and put yourself out there, in front of the world, to either fail or succeed.

Several years ago, I was creating a Christmas present for the family, a self-published cookbook featuring recipes my grandmother had collected and created over decades. While interviewing her for the biographical section, she began to talk about her courtship with my late grandfather.

My childhood memories of my grandparents are of a wonderful, complementary couple. While my grandfather had a spirited, humorous personality, my grandmother is gentle and poised.