The Airportline: Observations

I play floorball. It's no walk in the park. Sometimes a member in the club sends out emails to try and motivate people. He often quotes Sylvester Stallone. They are a bit insane, the emails, but have their charm. Here is an excerpt from last week's mail titled Balls, with the sub heading Philosophical discussion of balls:

You show up in trainings (and games) 365 days a year and do your 110% without questions - no matter if; you had a bad day, you had a good day, it was sunny, it rained, it snowed, it was cold, it was warm, you had to work late, you have to work early, you have a girlfriend, you have a wife, you have nobody, you have to travel 1000 km, you have to travel 10 m, you’re injured but can move, you’re mentally injured but can move, you have hangover but live, there is enough team mates, there is not enough team mates, your team mates are injured, your team mates are mentally injured, your team mates are in hangover but not dead, you have floorball ball to play with, the floorball ball is a little tiny bit broke, the floorball ball is completely broke, you don’t have floorball ball to play with, play without green hashish, play without red hashes, play without a shirt, play with your pants on/off, you have birthday, your uncles godfather’s cat has birthday, you have skills, you have no skills, you have no arm, you have no leg, you have no head, you have something, you have nothing.

This is what happens when you have too many Finnish men in your floorball team.