shots of the three point and vodka varieties.

brackettown officially started yesterday with the slam dunk competition followed by the intersport weekend kickoff party. after a few hours of watching all stars shoot three pointers just inches from the court and dodging espn cameras as so not to get myself on tv (why do people always try to be in the background shot??? you always look awkward and/or like you're being fake) i got myself all dolled up and we set out for the club where the party was hosted.

johnsens doing it big.

tickets! but really, i hate that word right now.

i felt like it would be shitty to not wear any of the new stuff kenny bought me, but i still wasn't sure how i felt about keeping it so executed a very cubs style plan that included me using a stamp to "tape" the tag of the silver leather jacket into the sleeve so i could still return it later. muhahaha.

at the party, cousin andrew went into full frat bro mode and started buying shots for me and all the girl bball players (soooooooooo not worth his while, they were not cute) and needless to say we all got sufficiently silly. i am hoping this did not interfere with my networking skills, but i can not be sure.

while andrew and kenny followed the bball girls to another bar, dad and i took the most logical step one must take when they are shitfaced at 2am and have still not eaten dinner: we went to steak and shake where we ate chicken fingers, fries and shakes. no, haters, this is not sensationalist journalism, i did in fact eat all of those things, and i don't regret it even though i highly doubt that any of it was organic because it allowed me to wake up and actually function as a quasi-human this morning and to enjoy one of the best workout experiences ever: jogging through downtown indy and weaving my way through the hoards of fans in butler attire. even though i was sweating vodka, i was high on school spirit. bulldogs, not underdogs.