BEST DAY EVER. We woke up in Creedmore, NC, ate an awesome free breakfast, and then drove 20 minutes to heaven. We arrived at heaven, parked (2 fuckin bucks to park), and walked around a bit. I got my Duke shirt, and then it all started. WE WERE ON THE COURT AT FUCKING CAMERON INDOOR, I repeat, CAMERON FUCKING INDOOR. Can you believe this? Eric and I just walked in like we owned the place. Once I was in, there was no stopping me, I was a man on a mission. We took pictures all over the joint, on Coach K court symbol, at halfcourt, on the bench, and even at the media table. We were like kids in a candy store, but not any ordinary candy store, one that has madd cherry sour shit. We left on the highest of high, our day couldnt get better. Could it?
We hopped in the Forte, did about fourte all the way to Chapel Hill. Let me tell you, this place was nice. I mean, Duke is nice and all, but Chapel Hill is like the Sistine Chapel. We went to the Dean Dome. Our first stop was the ticket office. We didnt expect the game to be sold out, and to our delight, it wasnt. I asked how much tickets were, to which the man replied "$50". I looked at Eric, Eric looked at me, we knew we werent spending that much. We kindly thanked the man, and walked to the car. Went to Franklin Street (Franklin Street is the riot capital of the world after a big North Carolina win. See Franklin Street Fires after their NCAA win, got lunch, got James his damn shot glass, and walked the campus. After the walk, we needed to regroup, and recharge. We decided to check into a hotel. This hotel was not just any hotel though, it was the Michigan St. team hotel. Yea, you heard that right. The Michigan State team hotel. We see all the players, and we are just chillen. As it gets closer to game-time, Eric and I go into full "I aint paying for ticket mode". We see a gentleman in Michigan St. apparel, and I decided to go up and ask him if he had any extra tickets. The man turns to his friend, and says to me "Give me 10 minutes, I have to ask my son." He returns about 10 minutes later with the news of "I have 1 extra". Gives me his business card, and says call me at 1 hour before the game, meet you at will call. We part ways, and then look at the Business Card, its Kenneth Lucas, the father of reigning Big 10 player of the year KALIN LUCAS. ARE YOU SERIOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS?????
After all this, we rest up, and get our Michigan State green on aka our Jets shirts. Head over to the Dean Dome and meet Mr. Lucas. Before we can meet up with Mr. Lucas we had bidness to take care of. That was getting another ticket. We park the car, hop out and basically turned out SWAG on. Asked one person, and the dude forked over a free ticket. Last row in the entire stadium, but who cares, our forthcoming ticket makes everything better. We go to the will call window, and call Mr. Lucas. He says to meet him at PLAYERS will call though. Sorry, for a second I forgot EFYS only rolls VIP. We meet him, walk into the VIP elevator, and head to the seats. We told him we wouldnt be sitting next to him, as we have another ticket upstairs, but we appreciate everything he did for us. (Which we do. Kalin Lucas and Mich. St. are our team now. When Kalin gets drafted, thats my effin dude. JJ Redick followed closely by Kalin Lucas.) He hugged us goodbye as if we were friends forever, and wished us good luck with everything on out trip, and in life. That was once again AWESOME. Mr. Lucas, if you ever see this on a search of your name on google or whatever, we want u to know that u are fuckin awesome. Thanks so much. Eric and I decided though we wanted to see what the seats he got us were like, so we ventured down there. They were GReeeeEEEEEEEEAT. The only thing that sucked about it was, the row in front of me had tall people in it. I wanted to ask them to duck down, but Coach Izzo would have gotten mad. You arent supposed to talk to the players. Yea, thats right, the row in front of us was the fuckin BENCH. Picture this, you're in the Dean Dome for the first time ever, and you are seeing a rematch of the Nat'l Championship, you got player tickets, and you're sitting 1 row from the court? Let me ask you this.... ARE YOU SERIOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS??
We once again said goodbye, parted ways, and this time it was for good. we went upstairs and sat in the UNC student section, the last row. No one gave us shit, UNC won, it was an awesome time. End of blog right? FUCK NO
At the end of the game we decided to go down to court level once again and see if we can snag a picture with Dickey V. We get to the court, and take our stance. I feel like we dont have the best shot, since I was the hottest dude in the area, and all the bitches were going to steal all the pictures. I was right. Sluts stole all the pictures. With a last ditch effort, I say "Yo Dickey, can I get a quick picture?" he then reaches into his briefcase, hands me a photo of him that is signed. While that is awesome, I am 25, and only wanted the picture. He then accepts the request, and we are two peas in a pod, I mean honestly for 15 seconds, we were best friends. Thanks to that little whiny bitch in the backround for ruining the picture.
Thats how we fuckin ROLL.
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