These kinds of games--where we shoot ourselves in the proverbial foot--are the ones that hurt the most and make me sick. It is 2:06 EST and I am wide awake. Can't sleep. Going over and over and over in my head all the miscues and how many points we giftwrapped for them. Keep thinking what shoulda' and coulda' been. And these wonderful, dedicated young men--in spite of the errors--NEVER QUIT. I am so proud of them. They played their hearts out. After seeing how resilient they were time after time when horrible errors were made and fluke plays occurred, I feel much better about the remainder of the season. I know we have more tough games ahead and we may lose some more, but I am not nearly as worried about them as I was before tonight!!! RTR!!!
