Poor Jordan Farmar

Our guy Jordan Farmar has been keeping himself busy. Not only is he rehabbing his knee, but he’s now blogging for the House that Hef built. That’s right — Playboy. In a recent blog entry, he actually complains about all the female “attention” UCLA players get. Jordan, with those ears I think you should be counting your blessings that you can hoop, not complaining. Just kidding, Jordan. You know we got love for you. Anyway, check it out…

UCLA has a lot of beautiful girls, including their cheerleaders. And female fans’ attention is part of the life on campus, and it’s all good. You’re young, you’re doing what you love and you get attention from girls and everyone else, ’cause they all know who you are. So it’s nice when girls give you that attention. But sometimes, the girls and fans can get a little pushy. You know how I am, I’m real low-key. I moved off campus my second year, so I’d just go to class and practice. It’s not like SC where you could be around a lot of kids who are living on campus, all the time, as opposed to UCLA where a lot of kids are commuters and so there’s not a lot of kids you see all the time.

Groupies are always part of campus life and it’s something you have to watch out for. Girls used to come to our dorm room all the time, knocking on our door, leaving off notes and propositions. I was rooming with Josh Shipp, who’s still on the Bruins team. When we came in, we were all playing, all young, new on campus and girls would come in wanting to see you. They know all your stats, your personal info, where you’re from, they’ve Googled you. It’s crazy how they know you in and out.

And you get some invasion of privacy, like I said, they’re knocking on your door, all the time. There’s no secret where you’re staying when you’re living on campus. Most freshman and sometimes sophomores stay on campus, so they’re the ones getting hit on. Hey, if that’s what you want, that’s cool. But as you get older, as things get more serious about a possible pro career, you move off. Until then, there’s notes and cards under the door, gifts, Valentine’s Day-grams, all kinds of stuff. Girls in the stands are wearing your jersey with writing asking you to marry them. Anything you can think of, it happens.

Life for you in Westwood just had to suck! For real, though, we wish you a speedy recovery, Jordan. Watch out for those stalkers, now.

(hat tip: With Leather)

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