Never on schedule, but always on time

Yea, I'm still breathing.

If your wondering why I haven't posted anything in about 2 months it's because I've been quite busy as Team Manager of the Netherlands national Men's U16 Basketball team. We cut the selection from 15 to 13 the end on June. Exciting times, then it sucked though, had to miss Quai 54 in Paris this year. I'll try to make it out for the tournament next year if I can.

If you haven't wondered anything then cool, I could take longer breaks from this blog and also F@$* YOU. You should be wondering and checking the blog daily for updates.

Like I said, I'm still breathing.

Might not sound too amped, but believe you me, I am. After spending a night in Latvia earlier this week, I've found a new appreciation for life.

I know you think that was me setting the premise for a story, but that isn't what I came on to share with you. I actually don't care to share anything with you, but if one more person asks me when I'll post something again I'm going to puke on them.... like the guy on the flight back from Birmingham last week - CLASSIC!

Dude just kept going and going....and going. Resulting in him being laughed out and laughed out... and laughed out by the last 10 rows on the flight. When you have 25 people sitting around you hearing and watching you puke all over yourself....BEFORE the plane even takes off, I should kill yourself. I'm sure that it's written somewhere that you won't burn in Hell for all eternity if you kill yourself after puking your guts out of a flight filled with people just itching for something to laugh at. And believe you me, like Katt Williams- I got my 7 chuckles in and then some.

I basically laughed at the dude for half hour. Dude had already spend 20 minutes in the bathroom cleaning himself off and changed into a pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt from the puke-soaked casual dresswear, holding him nasty puke shoes and went to the front of the plane for the remainder of the flight.

I genuinely felt bad for the guy, I mean me and the other members of the coaching staff were having a conversation with dude at the boarding gate, but yeah.

I think the funniest moment was was after hearing rounds 1 and 2 I turned around to see the rucus going on and realized it was him.

The guy looked at me dead in the eye, with that look of utter disstress and discomfort. We've all puked before and the feeling that comes along with it is absolutely horrible and in a split second when our eyes connected I felt all his pain and with his eyes he said to me, "Friend, please help me. Make the pain stop."

My eye-response, "Boyyyy...no nuh. Puke on my feet and I'll give you something to puke about."

Well, directly after our connection dude let 'er rip! That alone had me and my staff laughing for a half hour. It was totally awesome, laughing from that deep place inside, so deep that it hurts.

It was funny, because dude started out okay- puking in the aisle, but it was so much and drained his energy so much that I guess he gave up trying. Trying being puking to the right (into the aisle). Dude just put his head down and went all over himself. COMPLETELY covered in his own mess...then the stench.

Damn, need I say more?

Awesome.

This wasn't what I wanted to share, but whatever, it ran through my mind and my fingers ran with it.