(Editor's note: Duke junior guard Sheana Mosch, the Blue Devils' co-captain, will share a diary with ESPN.com throughout the season.)

Feb. 25, 2002

We finished off our regular season yesterday and accomplished one of the very first goals we set for our team: to go undefeated in the ACC. We're pretty excited about it all -- it really was a tough thing to do considering how competitive our league is.

	Sheana Mosch has helped lead Duke to its second Final Four appearance.

It's great playing for Duke because every single one of our games is challenging. It doesn't matter who we're playing in our conference or what place they're in, because every team comes at us with everything they have. This is especially true with UNC, which we played last night. This is such a great rivalry and the games are always so intense. I wish we could play them more than twice a year.

Now we're preparing for our ACC tournament that's coming up this weekend. We're looking to fulfill the next goal we set in the beginning of the year: to win the ACC tournament. I love the girls on my team because they're all so dedicated. We get so excited for each other and can't wait to step up to the next challenge. I wouldn't want to go through battle with any other kids in the country.

Homey don't play that
To change things up a bit, I know a lot of people think the Mosch family has a very odd pet life back home, with our dog, Duffy, as the most well-known factor. I talked about him in one of my earlier diaries -- he's a paraplegic, three-legged, tail-less Dachshund. A real trooper.

Well, there's another "Mosch" I've put up on a pedestal since he has been deceased (God rest his soul). When I was about 11, I bought a gerbil. He was the cutest little thing with the softest brown fur and I absolutely adored him. I kept him in a cage in my room, and in the cage there was a little house that he would always stay in. I wanted to pet him all the time because I loved his soft fur, but I could never get him out of his little home.

So I named him Homey. Well, after about a year or so, the poor little fella died and I was left heartbroken. I remember letting out my woes to my oldest brother George (who is now 31) about how all I really wanted to do was pet Homey and his soft, light brown fur, but he would never let me. Now this is where the story gets weird.

George is a pretty big nature guy, and had a few hook ups since we live in an area where hunting is popular. He had a friend who was in the taxidermy business, so ... he took Homey and got him stuffed. I know, I was weird. The reason for telling this story actually relates to basketball.

Every year, coach G has us bring in something for show and tell, something that will tell about our childhood, what has made us the way we are today, or anything that has had meaning to us. Alana brought in a family picture, Krista showed some art she drew when she was younger, Vicki brought in a home video of when she was about 2 years old -- and I brought in my dead stuffed gerbil.

He looks so cute standing on his mount with those little flowers next to him. Needless to say, my teammates think my family is even more weird than before. But we got a good laugh out of it and my coaches wanted me to talk about it for my next diary. So there it is!

For more information on Mosch and the Blue Devils, check out Duke's official athletic site.