Thunderstruck

ACDC concert is friday. we are leaving tomorrow morning at 11 am with plans to have a beer or two before we leave and some on the 5 hour drive. 25 of us are carpooling down to Hockenheim for this concert and are camping at a sportshouse that has just one shower...that means i most likely wont shower until sunday after our games. In honor of the Indy 500 i am going to wear my Celtics jersey, even though they are no longer in the playoff and i know i will get yelled at by crazy drunk basketball fans that like Dallas because of Dirk. But it will be fun and i cant wait.



Tomorrow also is Father's day in Germany. now this is not to celebrate Dads like in America. this is a celebration on God, THE Father. but basically its another reason for Germans to get together and have a few beers (read few as an all day blowout that i wish that i could be a part of).



Tony is settling in nicely and seems to be enjoying himself quite a bit. we have drank every night hes been here and i dont thinks he's slept more than 5 hours on any night that he's been here...he is coming to ACDC too so comfortable, sober sleep will still be something he hasnt done through at least sunday.



today we went and had our Pitch, Hit and Run day at the school in Wistedt and there was a 3rd grader there that asked us, me and Tony, if we like Barack Obama...now i've been asked this before, and i've had political talks since i've been here so that wasnt too surprising. But this little kid asked the question in perfect english, so that threw me off a bit to begin with; and when i asked him if he liked Obama, he told me, "yes, i think he is a fantastic president for the United States." VERBATUM. again, perfect english. First of all, who taught you to use words like fantastic and secondly, you're 8 years old, what the hell do you care about American politics - these were the only things running through my mind when he said that and i didnt have words to respond to him because i was in such shock. he walked away with a smile on his face.



This weekend marks one of the greatest days on the Redneck calander. people from every trailor park across the country will come together in a sea of tanktops, dale ernhardt hats, and cut off jean shorts. vendors will sell corndogs, hotdogs, jalapeno nachoes, apples, and anything...strike that, EVERYthing, else they can fit on a stick to the hordes of overweight children that accompany their drunken parents to this wonderful event. I'm talking about the Indianapolis 500, and i'm not ashamed to say that i'm a tad upset that i'm missing out this year. Last year's rendition was one of the best days ever; perfect weather, great friends, and a baby pool filled to the top with beer and ice. i hope the plans for the slip and slide on the infield didnt fall through and you guys actually pull that off. I wish everyone going to Indy this weekend safe travels and a time well spent in Indy, and to the current residents of Indianapolis, may your couches be occupied by friends and your beds by strangers.

Gentlemen, Start Your Engines,

A-Ron