Three days we sat in the basement on concrete floors. We brought blankets and pillows from the room and my butt is still sore.

I have high blood pressure medicine. She had a knee replacement.

I've worn the same set of clothes for three days. My hair is sweaty. I don't look like this. Normally I'm very nice.

I was a chunky little kid, and when they sat me in that wagon, it tipped backward and I banged my head on the (concrete) floor. I was howling pretty good, but Dad went outside and cried his eyes out.

It just sat up there for a minute, but then it fell off.

I think anyone who sat through this game for three-and-a-half hours figured it would end in that kind of way. To Matt?s credit, he hit the ball hard. I would have preferred it on the ground, but if you keep it down things like that happen sometimes.