67-61. Texas goes home. I am breathless. My voice is shot. And I wasn’t even in the building; just watched on TV. This is as tough a team as I can remember. Not anywhere near the most talented. But very long on heart and guts. I will leave it to others to talk about Courtney’s guts in pulling it back together after foul trouble. I want to give props to Stefan Welsh, whom I maligned ten days ago. He played lock down D on A. J. Abrams all night, shadowing him all over the court, fighting through screen after screen; and handled the point admirably when Fortson was forced to sit. A fantastic effort. This team gives us much to like. Bravo, gentlemen.