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pretend otherwise, he’s basically like Mother Hen.
    I see my chance and take it, sidling up to the girl and giving her my best smile. “I don’t mean to interrupt your conversation, ladies. First question. Have you ever heard of The Dirty Trinity?” Might as well try and take advantage of it when I can.
    “The what?” the taller blonde asks.
    “Never mind. You’ll figure it out soon enough. Second question. Do you happen to know the bouncer upfront there?” I ask, pointing to the hulking mass of a guy standing at the front checking IDs.
    Short N’ Blonde giggles, and her slightly taller friend smirks at me. “If we did, do you think we’d be standing here right now?”
    I playfully shrug, my eyes still on the prize. “Touché. Well see, I do happen to know him. And my friends and I were wanting to know if maybe you would like to join us, perhaps?”
    Cal, who’s caught up with me, nudges me from behind, hissing something about lying, but I ignore him as usual.
    Short N’ Blonde finally speaks up. “You know the bouncer? And he’ll let us all in, no problem?” Her voice is high-pitched and squeaky, almost like Minnie Mouse. It grates on my nerves, but I don’t plan on doing a lot of talking with her tonight.
    “Sure. Let me go talk to him really quick.”
    I give the girls a quick wave and walk past the front of the line, head held high. Obviously I don’t know this guy from Adam, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get us in. Joshua and Cal are quickly walking behind me to catch up, whispering to one another. I smile as I approach the guy, not letting his enormous size intimidate me.
    “You a Universe fan, by any chance?” I ask him, folding my arms across my chest, mirroring him.
    The guy looks me up and down, flicking the toothpick that’s hanging out of his mouth between his teeth. “Maybe. Who wants to know?”
    I put it on the line, hoping that I’m not wrong, and get closer to him, beckoning for him to lean in and listen as I whisper something. “I’m not supposed to do this, but I’m the Universe’s newest player, just got drafted. And you see them fine ladies back there?” I say as I turn around and point to them. “They’re with me. You give me your name, and I’ll make sure that my manager has season passes to all the home games delivered right here to you, no questions asked.”
    I don’t expect him to believe me right off the bat, and he takes one good look at me, screwing up the corner of his mouth. “And why should I believe you?”
    If I were anybody else I’d probably be panicking right now, but I’m not. I’m Benji fucking Lundgren, and I look around until I see my saving grace. Across the street, there are a couple of teenagers who just happen to be kicking a hacky-sack around between them. It’s not a soccer ball, but it’ll have to do.
    “Give me a sec.” I quickly dodge between the cars on the Boulevard and walk up to one of the boys, pointing to the hacky sack. After I convince them to take a twenty and let me do a little demonstration for the bouncer, I come back over in front of him and hold up the hacky sack. “Watch.”
    I drop it so that it looks like it’s going to the ground, but instead it lands on the inner arch of my foot before I dribble it around in the air, kicking it this way and that. My final trick is to kick it up but have it land right between my shoulder blades, a trick I picked up from our Clemson coach. The small crowd of people who are paying attention all clap and a few people let out a whistle, Cal being one of them.
    I give the bouncer a little bow and hand Cal the hacky sack for him to rocket all the way across the street at the teenagers, no problem. One of the pros of being related to a professional baseball player, I guess.
    “All right, Beckham, you’re in. You and the ladies only, though,” the bouncer growls, jutting his beefy thumb in the direction of the club.
    Behind me, Cal and Joshua immediately protest, but I motion for