I left the bar the night I just got drafted. I wanted to go back to the hotel room so I can catch the team bus to St.Louis. At the hotel room door step, I saw a mysterious package. I was too drunk to open it, so I just took out my hotel room key card and started opening the door. After 5 drunken attempts later, I opened the door, kicked the package under the bed, and got my drunk ass to sleep. I woke up with a hangover that morning. I had no gatorade or bottled water in my fridge. So I put my head under the sink, and started to drink from it. Before I went to get breakfast, I opened up the package I got. It was the Scarecrows home, away, and alternate jerseys all in one package. It had my name and jersey number in the back, and it fits me. "I'm now closer to living the dream." I told myself before going to stuff myself in pancakes. As I ate, I started thinking about the girl I met at the bar. Sadly, I probably won't see her again. But, that's the sad love life of me. Haven't dated anyone since 7th grade.

After breakfast, I waited for the team bus. As I waited, I put on my earbuds and started listening to J.Cole's album "offseason". Really gets me in the mood to skate around and shoot pucks. The rest of the draftees arrived and I was pretty much the quiet one, as everyone else socialize. I've always been an introvert. After a few stops to the bathroom and gas later, we arrived at St.Louis, Missouri. The lockerrooms and practice facilities had signs that said "WELCOME DRAFTEES!" or "WELCOME TO ST.LOUIS, HOME OF OUR SCARECROWS!" I was excited. We had an orientation with the coaches @frithjofr and @Urq660 and I finally got to meet GMs @TheSparkyDee and @jay2233 in person. My teammates seem like super cool guys. We even ate lunch and hung out at the bowling alley after the orientation was done.