The mouth of a perfectly happy man is filled with beer.
They were a one-dimensional team. They were dodging from the top, sweeping to the middle and shooting. We finally sealed that off in the fourth quarter.
It was a good group of seniors. They provided us with leadership and were a good bunch. I'm sorry it had to end for them like this, but they can be proud of what they've done here.
I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinions of himself than on the opinions of others