CORVALLIS -- Anger boiled inside Tres Tinkle, his mind racing. He wanted to break anything in sight.
He sat next to his mother, Lisa, inside her Audi Q7 parked outside Gill Coliseum. Though Oregon State's tipoff loomed in less than two hours on this crisp, late November night, Tinkle would not be playing. A hard, black cast enveloped his right wrist, forearm and elbow, all the way up to his biceps.
His mother told him he could let his guard down. He did not need to bottle it up. Tears and a resounding yell soon followed.