Since we did want to be like Kerouak in spirit but not so much in sleeping conditions, we immediately started contacting people between Charlotte and Kansas City asking if we could crash with them. We ended up staying with Steve’s dad’s poker buddy Andi, who is married with two kids living in St. Louis. In the morning Steve owned their trash talking 7 year old in a racing game and we headed off to the Big Dance.
The game was held at the Sprint Center in KC, which looks like a big reflective doughnut. Our ticket included two games, in the following order: 10 Maryland vs. 2 Memphis and 10 Michigan vs. 2 Oklahoma. For those of you unfamiliar with seeding, that means that Memphis and Oklahoma are big favorites to win. After Maryland got the crap beat out of it, it was our chance to beat the odds. A few Maize-clad ladies sat down in front of us, and Steve & I joined up with them to try to infiltrate the Michigan fan section in the lower level of the stadium. The ladies got to stay, we got kicked out. About 8 minutes into the game we tried again but again failed. Eventually we went back to our section that had a few Michigan fans, a few more Oklahoma fans, and a bunch of people that had stuck around from the Memphis game and didn’t really give a shit either way. We were loud. It was great. Since some of you may not have seen the game, I will painfully write out the words: we lost. Steve & I dejectedly drove to a hotel on the west side of town and looked on the bright side with a dip in the hotel hot tub.
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