The first three quarters was the team we knew we were capable of being all year long. The last four minutes of the fourth quarter was more of the team we were like in the middle of January and first part of February.

You get in that fourth quarter and you're in a position you haven't been in all year, you don't quite know how to handle it. For three quarters, we believed. In the fourth quarter ... we kind of stopped trusting each other.

I knew he deserved a 'T', I just wanted to know why the points were taken off. He said the rule is the basket can't count on slapping or intentional jarring of the basket, the basket does not count no matter what. Before, after, whatever.

We talked about it and for our team right now, we had a lack of intelligence. We have a zone offense we've worked on for a month and a half and you saw that whole first half, we couldn't get people to get in the right spots.

I don't think this team gets frustrated. Not that I've noticed.

He not only was my soccer coach, but a mentor for life. He was a friend. I have nothing but best wishes for him. He was always very interested in us doing well outside of soccer. I last played for him 12 years ago and every year he calls me on my birthday. He was just always very supportive of everything in your life. It wasn't all about athletics. I'm a fairly successful guy now and a lot of it is due to him.