We lost our edge from last week (a close loss at Hobart). Those quick scores before halftime were the ballgame.

To be honest, I wasn't going to apply for the (Munster) job until John convinced me to. I was very concerned about trying to follow John and thought whoever did would get fired and their career would be over. But 26 years later, I'm still here.

They cut six and still had 83, just two below the limit. We thought it best to apply the loss of six overall, from 85 to 79.

Win-loss records, we were right around .500 (early) but we got a lot more out of that. It was a great experience for the kids and I think it gave us a little confidence.

It was an awful loss for us. He was so good. If this group he's coaching now had a point guard like him, they'd be a lot tougher. They'd be a hard team to beat.

Heavy is the head that holds the pen of creation. We construct these characters from nothing, molding them from our imaginations. We give them hopes and dreams and unique personalities until they feel so real you’re mind believes it must be so. We watch them grow by our hands, not always knowing the paths they will choose with the obstacles we throw at them. They take on a life of their own and often surprise even us by their actions we couldn’t have imagined before it poured out of us onto the paper. We could change it if we really wanted to, but it would be forced and not be true to the characters. And when something tragic happens and one is lost, we feel that loss even though we know they were not a friend, a family member or even ourselves. It can be a hard thing to voice sometimes, to give tribute to the one’s left behind with the real sadness over something not so real. But we find the words and press on to the next challenge, because that's what good writers do.