We may have been a little bit tired. But certainly we didn’t do a very good job of stopping dribble penetration.
Erika has been sick and when players who are consistent go through a slump, they go through it a little harder. Erika listened to what we had to say about penetration and using her quickness to get to the rim. She didn't shoot a lot of outside shots and took advantage of being able to get to the hole. That will help her.
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The bottom line is that when it was a close game, we could zone them and we were doing a good job of containing their dribble-penetration. It was (a six-point Reynoldsburg lead) at the half and then they immediately jumped out to a double-digit lead and we had to go man. When we had to go man, that's when Washington and Clanton showed their experience. We just didn't have an answer for them. Most teams don't.
We probably could have done a better job of trying to find ways to get him the ball. But they really honed in on him. They chased him pretty good on screens. We he got a little bit open somebody would rotate on him pretty good. Late in the game he tried to take things over and make some plays and he did. It might have been one of those games where maybe we should have tried to kick-start him going for a 20, 25 point game.
They hung around. I was a little nervous. We hit a couple posts in the second period, and sometimes those games you end up losing. And we've had some tough times scoring on Saturday nights lately. But one of the key things was we didn't panic when it was 2-1. There wasn't much panic out there.