I'm glad I didn't find out about this until it was over

Taylor's baseball tournament ended today. I made it for the last game. He entertained me on the drive home w/ stories of his motel adventures.

Coach Brandt opens door to his room; upon first sight: "Whoo-wee!! Glad we didn't bring the women!"

At the ballpark, Policeman/Umpire, upon learning where the team was staying: "Next time if you come here, don't stay at that motel! There have been two drug busts and a shooting there!"

Coach Jay at 'lights out': "Don't come out of your room tonight. Lock your door, chain your door, whatever you have to do."

Other guests were overheard making these comments:
--"My beds have no mattresses."
--"My room smells like something awful."

In Taylor's room: 5 boys, 2 beds, 1 towel (that's not including the towel that had poop on it.)

Looking in the windows of rooms--some with curtains open, some the curtains were torn down--the boys found sheets and mattresses slashed, missing televisions, overturned furniture, broken glass, and a baseball bat. Must have been some party.

Everyone skipped their free breakfast. Coach Brandt: “There was nothin' there but a couple a'slices of toast and a doughnut.”

One morning Taylor woke up and found one of his socks covered w/ blood. No injury, he couldn't imagine what had happened to him. When Jake got up, he realized he'd had a bad nosebleed during the night. I felt bad for Taylor, having someone else's blood all over his sock. Then I realized Jake had slept w/ Tay's feet in his face!! Much worse...