We had to bunker in and execute on set plays. But we did, and I'm happy we were able to win in an overtime situation.

The momentum swung their way after they tied the score. I was worried for about five or 10 minutes, but we dug our heels in. In overtime, a lucky break came through for our side.

It's going to be a dogfight. They're playing well, and we're peaking at the right time.

It's just magic. I told Sal he's going to get famous off it.

I never really studied the game. I just watched tape of who I had to cover. That was my studying.

Time is weird. That much is obvious. Sometimes I think everything happens at once, which is anything but obvious and even weirder. I feel sorry for people who brag about 'living in the moment'; they're like people who come into the cinema after the film has started or people who drink Diet Coke—they're missing out on the best part. I think time is like the dial on a radio. Most people like to settle on a station with a clear signal and no interference. But that doesn't mean you can't listen to two or even three stations at the same time; it doesn't mean synchrony is impossible. Until quite recently, people believed it was impossible for a universe to fit inside two atoms, but it fits. Why dismiss the idea that on time's radio you can listen to the entire history of humanity simultaneously?