We got our shit together and won two out of three. We hit the ball well.
And by we I mean the whole team excluding me. I hit like a fucking T-baller
against major league pitchers. I think I came home with one hit the entire trip. I guess I got some making up to do. The hotel was a lot better than the one in Nebraska but there weren't as many good tales.

We got there around 11:30 and some people ran off to the jacuzzi. My and my roommates (Adam, Aaron, and Joey) were getting settled into our room. Our room had one King sized bed and a love seat in it. And this is supposed to be a room that housed 4 strapping young lads. I don't think so. Some of the guys on our team were lucky enough to have people already in their rooms. Pat opened the door to his room and the guy inside said, "Hey...you can sleep on the floor if you want". What kinda shit is that? This wasn't the only occurence of somebody being a room that we our team was supposed to have. After Adam contacted coach Fishler and the front desk, we went up another floor to go to our new room which was also already occupied. This hotel really knows how to treat a team.

Some angry black lady, who I think was the manager on call, was pissed at all the bad ass kids running around and wondered why were scattered in all these rooms with no adults gruntly said, "I ain't giving nobody no refund for some damn kids running around" It was fucking hilarious. Also, one of those  you had to be there stories. All in all I'd have to say it was a good trip. Too bad next week we're playing at home. But I'm sure they'll but something going on at 10th ave to talk about.

Shout out to "wet butt" Marie.