I learned so much from Sue about the Xs and Os of the game of basketball.

I remember every player-every single one-who wore the Tennessee orange, a shade that our rivals hate, a bold, aggravating color that you can usually find on a roadside crew, "or in a correctional institution," as my friend Wendy Larry jokes. But to us the color is a flag of pride, because it identifies us as Lady Vols and therefore as women of an unmistakable type. Fighters. I remember how many of them fought for a better life for themselves. I just met them halfway.

I want to continue to do is to help these young women be successful. .. You don't just say goodbye at the end of their playing careers and end it there.

You can't pick and choose the days that you feel like being responsible. It's not something that disappears when you're tired.

Hard work breeds self-respect.

Sometimes you learn more from losing than winning. Losing forces you to reexamine.

Sit up straight, listen and participate.