Alright, to start off, anybody who clicked on the link for this thinking that I was the one that got arrested, hate to break it to you, but it wasn't me. There is an interesting story about that that I have, but I'm not the one who got arrested, but I'll explain that in a little bit. First, its been a while since I updated, so I did the whole Warped Tour thing. It was the first time there were a lot of actual punk bands there, instead of just the bands that play Good Charlotte and Simple Plan-type punk music, or as I call it, "crap". Anyway, Bad Religion was there, some band called Billy Talent, Yellowcard put on a decent enough show, and Flogging Molly just kicked ass for their show, so that was sweet. Almost every band that was there, when they were done with their set, decided that they were going to say something about the whole "voting Bush out of the White House in 2004" thing, which was really, REALLY big with the crowd that was there. I got a "Not My President" t-shirt, but since there were like, 20 other people I saw with that same shirt, it wasn't as original as it normally would have been. Anyway, overall it was a great concert, got sunburned as hell on my face, but other then that. I got to talk to Bowling for Soup again, which was cool. If you don't know who they are, they're kind of a smart-ass punk band who don't take themselves overly seriously, so they usually put on a great show. I got my picture with them, talked to the guy from Yellowcard, the guy from Billy Talent, and then a couple of the guys from Bad Relgion. Anyway, it was just a great show all around, so that was fun. Now for the whole "getting arrested" thing. I got invited to go to the Tigers/Mariners game yesterday (one of the best games Ive ever been to for them, the Tigers won 11-10 in the bottom of the 11th) So I drove myself there, and we all met up at Hockeytown Cafe. It was me, four guys from the fraternity at my school, and then like six guys from the national headquarters for the fraternity. All of them, except for me and my one friend, were drunk. So we're sitting in the stands after the 2nd inning when there had been three home runs so far in the game. Well my one friend goes "I'm gonna go get those balls." because they were hit in an area in front of the fountain at Comerica Park, so no one bothered to go get them. I told him that was a stupid idea. "Screw that, I'm getting them!" I told him, AGAIN, that it was a stupid idea, but he kept insisting that I didn't know what I was talking about. So I finally just gave up and let him go do it. He goes over the railing and is walking along the side of the ledge, picks up the balls, sprinklers come on, and he calls ONTO the field. He gets up, security comes towards him, and apparently, THEY'RE wrong for doing that, and he kind of does the whole "What!? What did I do wrong!?" thing. After that though, he does quietly go with them, gives one of the baseballs he got to a kid in the stands for some reason, and walked out. Apparently, from what he said when we were looking for him, they put him in the drunk tank, then they kicked him out of the stadium, and gave him a $500 fine. So really, the three baseballs cost him $500...nice. Anyway, so he gets kicked out after being arrested by stadium security, gets all offended they did that, and headed off to a bar. Yes, it was proud, PROUD moment for us all in the fraternity. Anyway, that about does it for me. Until I can think of more stuff to rant about, I'm outta here. JOSH: I have unusually high standards for girls. STEVE: Yeah, they have to actually like you.