Prom night is like the baby-making night of the year.

I was dumped at my senior prom - I was 18 and in love. We danced all night, then she got back together with her ex. It broke my heart.

In this league, you have to bring it every night. You have to give some credit to Seaside. They came up big when it mattered most.

I lay down and started to feel a little depressed about prom. I refused to feel any kind of sadness over the fact that I wasn't going to prom, but I had - stupidly, embarrassingly - thought of finding Margo, and getting her to come home with me just in time for prom, like late on Saturday night, and we'd walk into the Hilton ballroom wearing jeans and ratty T-shirts, and we'd be just in time for the last dance, and we'd dance while everyone pointed at us and marveled at the return of Margo, and then we'd fox-trot the hell out of there and go get ice cream at Friendly's. So yes, like Ben, I harbored ridiculous prom fantasies. But at least I didn't say mine out loud.

I told the team last night this isn't about winning or losing. At the end of the year, our message has to be that we persevered. If we go 11-0 ... if we go 0-11 ... they're not going to know our record. They're going to know we persevered. For the millions of people affected in our environment — the ones who survived — it's going to give them some hope. Because right now there is no hope.

This is not a race for prom king, this is a race for the presidency.