Here we were, in mid-January, halfway through the season. I did in fact get back for the first game but I wasn’t fully there. My conditioning was bad and I just didn’t feel right yet. My shot wasn’t falling and my passes weren’t going where I wanted them to go. My timing was off. Yeah, we had only lost one game so far. We had won our Christmas tournament in Missouri, but I still just didn’t feel the same. I knew I could bring more to the table. I was just waiting for it to turn on. Then there came a point in the season where I guess I just got fed up with what was going on. I got angry. It was in the third quarter of a game against Thomas Worthington on January 17. Coach sat me down when I wasn’t even playing bad. We had only scored 18 points late in the third quarter and we were down to a team I knew we should be dominating. I couldn’t take it anymore. When he put me back in I played a whole different type of basketball. I played angry. I hit a big three and ended up leaving my fingerprints all over the rest of the game. Now I’m a very modest person, but if you could talk to my teammates and the people at that game they’d tell you I turned that game around. From that game on things for me were different. Everything seemed to start clicking.