We’ll laugh about this someday. I can’t count the number of times Morty and I asserted this on our drive back from Chemnitz last weekend; I can only say that we’ve yet to reach that “someday”. Getting to Chemnitz was so easy; too easy, perhaps. Mort and I were tricked—disillusioned by the simplicity of our route to Chemnitz, we mistakenly assumed returning back to the Wolf would be no less easy. It was this naïve conclusion that beget our first harrowing, near death experience in Germany. And as always, I speak without any exaggerations.
I am terrified of getting lost, always have been. It’s the worst; well, other than pickle juice in the eye. Pickle juice in the eye is brutal. The notion that I could keep turning, keep driving, keep guessing and never stop being lost is suffocating. Part of this fear originates from my very serious, very clinical allergy to being “wrong”. I have this reaction to it every time it happens, resulting in hostility, nausea and irrational thinking. It’s my cross to bear. And so, each time I take a wrong turn or make a wrong decision perpetuating our lost state, my allergy flares, and my fear grows. Vicious, vicious cycle. Here is how we got to that point on our way home.
Honestly, Morty and I have laughed a lot about that trip, even that same night. And I’ll tell you something else: getting lost like that doesn’t build character, it reveals it and Mort and I got that crap by the truckload. Not only did we get lost, but we got lost in a different country and we did it without killing each other or melting down, externally. Don't act like you're not impressed.
Our whole team is finally here and so I no longer just live with Morty. Brianne, the third and final American, played PG at Penn State in college and played for Osnabruck last season (a team in our league). She was a Chemcat the season before I was, so we sort of know each other. Bri, along with all the other girls, are splendid. I find myself in unfamiliar territory here: I legitimately like every girl on the team. We are having so much fun already that I get jolly every time I think ahead to the season. On that note, preseason games begin next week with road games Wednesday and Friday. Here we go.
One of my super cool teammates gave me a brand new pair of Kobe’s (as seen above). She is a German national player and they were one of the free pairs of team shoes she was given, but she didn’t like them, so she bequeathed them to me! Things were going really well with Kobe and I until the blisters started developing. I say blisters but really these are more like open wounds, regrettably located on the arches of my feet. I still practice, but after that I can barely walk. Suffice it to say, Kobe and I are on a break.
The Wolf, as I am calling our quaint little city, is actually pretty cool. Featuring a lot of beautiful churches, museums and even a castle, we have our own Laguna Beach here! This man-made beach area abuts our gym and is my own little piece of home. There is also a theater here that plays movies in English every third Monday. We are 12kms from Braunschweig, a larger city that offers a greater variety of shopping, nightlife and other activities.
With preseason games and camp right around the corner, practices have shifted gears a little as offenses and defensive sets and strategies are being introduced. I am still a big fan of Vlasti’s (my coach) old school style and wacky personality. I also think that this team could be pretty good once we figure each other out and that excites me. They lost 3 key players from their championship squad last season, but we have brought in some good ones too, so I am optimistic. Now I just need my blisters to heal…and a GPS. Oh how I need a GPS.