April 12, 1:34 p.m.
83 degrees and clear on Sunday, drink water, eat breakfast, and come ready to bleed.
April 17, 9:38 a.m.
"We've gone from an 80% chance of rain on Sunday to 0% in 2 days. This is no accident, call it whatever you want but I feel like the Gods want us to beat these guys."
April 18, 1:05 p.m.
"Let your game do the talking, but make no mistake...this is not a "friendly". It's time to go to fuckin war."