Country Squirrels Running Amok in the Big City

Dear Blog,

The Big Game was last week, and Jason and I ventured into the Big City to get lost and in way over our heads. He wanted to drive my car. I wanted Katy to come. She, along with 99 other students, stayed on campus - yet when we returned, there was still a parking space in Belk. Fate? Luck.

We were sitting in the student section, Jason trying to be all "I'm too cool to care about college basketball" and me trying to be all mysterious, when this huge man-man (supporting the other team, no less) walks up and says in a man-man voice, "that's my seat". I wasn't in it, I was just sitting beside it, but some other poor soul's hoodie was in it, and I'll be damned if he didn't move it himself to make room for his other-team-supporting behind. It was really awkward, and Jason made me sit beside the guy. (Thanks, buddy. No, really, thanks.)

We were in the lead for most of the game, but ended up losing by a handful of points. When we left the arena, we passed a can wall in the shape of The City, to be donated to charity eventually. I kinda liked it just as decoration. Post-lost, we decided to drown our sorrows in bright lights and loose women. We went to Fuel and got some pizza, and made friends with a security guard who looked sad and lonely, loafed around a graveyard, and parked for free.

Here's a new joke:

What does a dyslexic, agnostic, insomniac do?
~ Stays up all night pondering the existence of dog.

It took us an hour to get home. And we lost The Big Game.

P. I. Staker