A Christmas frost had come at midsummer a white December storm had whirled over June ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses on hayfield and cornfield lay a frozen shroud lanes which last night blushed full of flowers, to-day were pathless with untrodden snow and the woods, which twelve hours since waved leafy and flagrant as groves between the tropics, now spread, waste, wild, and white as pine-forests in wintry Norway.
We're hungry and we're confident. Walking down the streets right now I can stop four kids and ask them, 'Do you want to win' and, yeah, they'll want to win. But they don't know how to win. The Cal girls wanted to win big, but they didn't put in the work. Now they are putting in the work. Our confidence is up, and it's all about one word now-preparation.