True story. I think it was 2005, FM at RH. I was bringing a water bottle to my ever-forgetful daughter (now a Clemson nursing student ) and I was walking behind the RH bench at halftime. One player turned to her neighbor and said "OMG, it's 9-0 and it's only halftime. How bad are they going to beat us?" Her friend reassured her: "They won't shoot anymore. FM always stops at 9."

The players knew, the parents knew, everybody knew. It's just the way it was done. No one else has to do it this way.

Doin' it the hard way...