I'm in Tampa!
It's hot, there's palm trees, there's a beach (well, nearby), and there's all these hot baseball players all over town!
I may say baseball is boring as all get out, and basketball players are hotter, but right now, with how freaking screwy my bracket is (Butler? Really? Butler?), I'm kind of mad at basketball so maybe I'll become a baseball girl.
Or maybe I'll just be one for the next couple of days when I have none other than Mr. Logan Bruno who's game I'll be seeing tomorrow and who's apartment I'll be sleeping at the next two nights (taking advantage of my Delta-purchased hotel room tonight cause, god, does his apartment suck), and who's promised to introduce me to his hot single teammates.
I'm particularly eying Mr. First Baseman.
Logan is a freaking doll.
It's hot, there's palm trees, there's a beach (well, nearby), and there's all these hot baseball players all over town!
I may say baseball is boring as all get out, and basketball players are hotter, but right now, with how freaking screwy my bracket is (Butler? Really? Butler?), I'm kind of mad at basketball so maybe I'll become a baseball girl.
Or maybe I'll just be one for the next couple of days when I have none other than Mr. Logan Bruno who's game I'll be seeing tomorrow and who's apartment I'll be sleeping at the next two nights (taking advantage of my Delta-purchased hotel room tonight cause, god, does his apartment suck), and who's promised to introduce me to his hot single teammates.
I'm particularly eying Mr. First Baseman.
Logan is a freaking doll.