What’s Good.

So it turns out my country’s finest wanted me back. Surprise. Yeah I was.

After playing jr. national as a young’un back in ‘04, I’m apparently back in the national team game after a short 5-year break. It’s weird to say “years ago” for anything ‘cause that means I’m starting to get old and before I know it I’ma be throwin the “I did that 30 years ago” line out there… it’s all downhill from here.

So yeah, the situation at hand. After a grueling 4 days of tryouts and more soreness (or muscle fever as my Bulgarian teammate called it. Gold. Pure gold.), the powers that be decided I somehow still have the chops to rep for my country and they’ll have me. Translation: a few months toiling in the armpit of Canada… Winnipeg aka Peg-City aka Hell.

The new head coach is a German cat and so far seems like a good dude so I’m concluding that decent people come out of that country. Lately at least… Shout out to My German. Miss that kid.

I don’t really know which team I’m on yet so that means a few things but mainly logistical questions of how long I’ll be here and where I’ll be headin’ for games and such. Serbia vs. Puerto Rico & Miami. I’m cool with whatever.

Beyond that, I have approximately nothing to say because my days literally consist of nothing but eating, practicing, sleeping and a solid diet of NBA playoff games spliced in between. LeBron for the title man. Oh yeah and his team or whatever.

So it’s a ballin’ life… 8 days in and it’s maybe starting to get old but I remind myself that I signed up for this and it’s fun to ball with some old buddies I haven’t played with back in the homeland for a while now. So what I meant by that is it's a rare privilege and an honour… Yes yes y’all.

Summer ‘09. Gonna be real.