"As the second half progressed, the play became more and more critical. We were always within two baskets of each other. Sometimes we were winning, and sometimes the Wolverines inched ahead. Both teams were tightening their defence. More fouls were being called. Because we were going to the foul line more often, there were opportunities to catch my breath. I hadn’t been subbed off yet in the second half. Coach Nola seemed to be allowing me some space to play."
"Our final score Guests 51, Home 38 flashed off and on several times, and then the numbers started changing so quickly you could barely read them. It stopped at 51–38 for a few brief flashes and then started randomly changing again. I looked to the scorekeeper’s table, but there was no one sitting at the control panel. The scoreboard seemed to have a mind of its own. I was about to point it out to my dad. That’s when I saw her."