|IN THE LOSERS’ LOCKER ROOM|
The final score is the only statistic that matters.
They outplayed us in every phase (facet) of the game.
They wanted it more than we did.
We had our chances but we let them slip away.
We came up a little short.
We don't care about moral victories.
They caught us on an off night.
It just wasn't meant to be.
Turnovers killed us.
They out-hustled us.
They out-muscled us.
They out-coached us.
We got a wake-up call.
We weren't mentally prepared.
We came out flat.
We beat ourselves.
We only have to look in the mirror.
They ate our lunch.
They've had our number all season.
They own us.
This is a bitter pill to swallow.
It's going to be a long plane ride home.
I take full responsibility for this loss.
We didn't get the job done.
Not to take away anything from Denver, but we didn't play like we're capable of playing.
My hat's off to them.
I tip my hat to them.
You've got to hand it to them.
Give them all the credit.
The best team won today.
He always has his team ready to play.
We can still hold our heads high.
These guys have nothing to be ashamed of.
They just made the big plays and we didn't.
They stepped up and made the plays.
We didn't match their intensity.
We didn't maintain the intensity for the entire 60 minutes.
We lost our focus.
I don't want to point fingers.
There were too many defensive lapses.
Our defense was a non-factor.
Our defense didn't show up today.
We dug ourselves a deep hole.
We shot ourselves in the foot.
The ball just didn't bounce our way.
We didn't get the big breaks today.
We'll just have to put this loss behind us.
I'm really proud of our guys.
It's been a great ride.
- Mission Statement