Watch Like a King: The Complex Sports Final Four Diary

Day 1, 8:45 p.m. in Dallas

Landed in Dallas around 8:30 p.m. with a car waiting to take me to a Mexican joint called Javier's. Burger King sent me down here so I'm thinking this Final Four trip is gonna be lowkey.

But then I get to the restaurant and they turning up. A bunch of bloggers are there; guys from Guyism, Maxim, Bro Bible, Barstool Sports. I had a drink with the Burger King CMO. A young cat rocking Cole Haan Lunarsole wing tips. Very cool dude in his 30s from Jersey like me, so we got it in very proper-like. And then the Barstool Sports president/mogul sits next to us and I notice his Chicago blogger Big Cat sitting across from us. We talk sports and other bullshit until we head off to a live show.

That live show? The Eagles at the House of Blues. The "Hotel California" Eagles. That was the weirdest shit ever. Old people turning up is a different kind of turnt. I didn't know any of the songs but one of the guys had this ill double guitar and he was going off.

Then a couple of us broke away from the group and went to the strip club. If the night couldn't get weirder, we get to this spot called the Lodge and it was like the Twilight Zone.

The girls weren't bad at all but they were twerking to country music, dawg. What the fuck? This spot had black jack tables, Garth Brooks, and closed at 2 a.m. Maybe the worst strip club ever just based on general principle.

Finally we got up with the realest cab driver in Dallas. He took us to a bunch of other spots before we called it quits for reasons I can't share here to protect the innocent. 

Day 2, 12:30 p.m.

Burger King picks everybody up and takes us to Bracket Town so we could meet Chris Webber. There was bunch of shit going like Pop-A-Shot, air hockey, three-point contests, and 3-on-3 tournaments. The Barstool guys had Webber judge their dunk contest and it was pretty amazing. Can't wait for that video. C-Webb was real cool, man. We kicked it about the Fab Five, rap, the Final Four, and Polo.

We get to the stadium and it was mayhem. This was my first NCAA event, so I wasn't aware that they do not serve alcohol at NCAA-sanctioned events. Like I said MAYHEM. And to top it off I ordered the most trash nachos I have ever tasted and they were nine dollars. I am definitely expensing that shit.

The first game between Florida and UConn started off with the Gators taking a 16-4 lead. But then Kevin Ollie got his guys to calm down and Shabazz Napier controlled the action on the court and the Huskies used their tournament experience to take the game in the second half. During that game I took a selfie because fuck the Cowboys, right? 

There weren't many UConn fans and the Florida fans were on the other side of the stadium so I couldn't get any pics of them in their feelz. But we are able to get some from the next game.

Midnight:

The Kentucky/Wisconsin game was a classic. Aaron Harrison hit a prayer three that sent Jerry's World into a cotdamn frenzy. I was sitting with Isaac for Guyism (he's famous on Twitter) and Kyle from Bro Bible and we looked at each other and screamed. It was amazing. I'll never forget it. This was basically the entire stadium in those closing seconds.

We then met the rest of the group in the Legends Club to kick it until traffic cleared up. And Big Cat from Barstool, a Wisconsin fan, and he was eating and drinking himself out of a deep depression. 

Traevon Jackson's last shot seemed like it touched the bottom of the net and pop out. The building went silent as that ball was in the air. That's a tough way to see your team lose. And we had to basically drag him out of Jerry's World.

We then got to shoot around on the floor, which was one of the greatest experiences in my career and life. I made some shit, I bricked some shit, but mostly made because the stroke is deadly (ask your girl, ask the nets).

After I made 90 percent of my shots, I got some alone time with the trophy.

We then headed to the visitors' locker room (the Cowboys locker room was off limits for whatever reason). The UConn names were already up on their respective lockers and one, lone statement was written on the whiteboard.

Not too bad for an off day.

Four of us decide to wake up early and get a spinning class in. Two girls and two guys. I've heard horror stories about these things but I figured I should be fine because I've been hitting the gym pretty consistently the last couple of months. I was wrong. They take that shit seriously. You have to put on special shoes and all that. I thought I was gonna die. As a matter of fact, I did die for like a half a second. It was the longest 45 minutes of my life but that was because I had a thick Champion hoody on like an idiot.

But it was his fault. Look at him before tip-off, sleeping with the enemy:

Damnmit Jimmy! He can't stay out of his own way. But back to the game. Who wouldv'e thought that UConn would win the chip? Not this guy:

But it must've been worth it because someone gave him seats to the game. He can tell his grandkids about it. He still might want to cover that up with a coy fish or a tribal or something. Anyway Shabazz Napier and Ryan Boatwright went the fuck off and it was beautiful to see in person. They were taking Kentucky's cookies on defense and cooking up a storm on offense. Let's not overlook the job that Kevin Ollie has done, though. Da gawd Jim Calhoun handpicked him and of course he was right. Ollie will be having NBA teams at his door soon, but he should stay and rebuild a dynasty in Storrs. I'm a North Carolina fan but I root for the Big East and UConn will forever be a Big East to team to me. The scene was beautiful once the fireworks went off and the confetti fell:

The UConn fans were out of control and one fan outside turned down taxi rides to his hotel because he was already on a cloud. Whoever put money on UConn to win before the season started is a rich man. They were 35-to-1 before the tournament started. Although the Calipari ruined the last game, the Wisconsin/Kentucky classic and Drake made the trip worth it.

Shouts to UConn and good luck to the ladies tonight: