At the end of the first half, my team was down by fifteen points. No team had ever come back from that much of a deficit in the championship game in the history of the Final Four. I was starting to think of what I'd be cooking for dinner all week but I didn't let her know that. Brooke was relentless in her taunts which was making me angry and she knew it. During halftime, we were arguing with me telling her my team still had a chance even though I knew it wasn't likely.

Brooke then said, "Well, if you think your team is going to win, let's add...