Well on the way back from Omaha. Well ha I guess I should say Snomaha (we did a lot of cocaine up there). We played a couple baseball games, lost them but that's cool. By the time I knew the second one was over I decided to take my talents the bar where important stuff was actually happening. Went to the old Matt, killed the absolute scene. Couple bar tenders were flirting with me. Usually you would think they were just trying to get tips but think again, they wanted my jock. Got ones number after the first night and I pretended to give a **** about what she wants to tell me. Saw she was wearing a pink thong. GOT THAT. Saw her the second night and intentionally called her the wrong name, just to let her know where things actually stood. One fine *** UCLA girl started talking to me last night and she stayed with me. Turns out she had a bf who couldn't come because of work but I met his friends and they were absolute mules. I am a living legend.