I got stuck in rain a million times, every time I unlocked my bike this weekend it started pouring. Like someone upstairs was sitting, patiently and with great determination, and let all hell loose just when I got going. There was no end to the poring, I tried to move in the night but the weather kept me at bay. Plans were scrapped and in the middle of it all my phone batteries gave up on me. Fall is here and it is wearing its usual mix of aggressive storms and horizontal rain fall. There is no need for surprise or anger really, we all knew it would come, and all we need to do is dress accordingly and not get upset about it. But of course we do get upset, cause we are emotional people, and all rationality in the world does not help when your head is covered by cold rain and your wet jeans grasp your thighs.
In all this weather that worked full time against me I, and the rest of Amsterdam Agents, managed to destroy Amersfoort's floorball team (7-1) in front of a very energetic home crowd. I got send off for roughing and was responsible for the only goal we let in but otherwise I had a good game as a defender. Today I watched another trumping, when Chelsea went to Arsenal and showed who's boss in London and the Premier League. Drogba was magnificent, with two fantastic goals, and Mikel, Essien and the whole back four were perfect throughout the game. Former Arsenal left back Ashley Cole was behind two of the goals and was accordingly booed when he was substituted. Ah how nice it is to win away against a hostile crowd. That goes both in the Premier League and in the 1st Division of the Dutch Floorball League.
After an impressive hat trick in Amsterdam Agents trashing of HDM 2, and an equally impressive stint at a party, Airportline felt he deserved a break from running after a round shape of plastic. He also had to prepare for his forthcoming Sweden trip. This was not supported by one member of the Agents Floorball team. This is how it looked on my facebook wall late last night:
M
Still too hungover to practice? :D
Yesterday at 11:00pm
Airportline
haha, yes, I woke up realizing that someone had painted on my face and I felt the need to lay low. But no, had to finish a thing for work and have shit to take care of before I head to Sweden on Wednesday. November 5th from 19:30 onwards I'll be kicking your ass again though, so do not fear the floorball future!
Yesterday at 11:12pm
M
you should know by now that I don't take your little swedish threats seriously buddy. How about you just stick to writing pretty little short stories that make me feel all warm inside. They have a better affect on me :D
Yesterday at 11:17pm
Airportline
Damn, you've seen through my artificially created bad boy image which I tried to steal from Nas video to Made You Look. From now on I will devote my passion to art and kick your ass on the floorball field without you knowing it. Ignorance can also be bliss, I suppose.
11 hours ago
M
The words. Of a poet. Are always. Stronger than their... Actions. I look forward to our following encounter. buddy. I'm stealing your punctuation trick.
11 hours ago
Airportline
haha, that was class:) You can swing the sword of the written word, I respect that.
11 hours ago
M
respect deserves a Guinness!
2 hours ago
1. Quote
Who’s the boss between you and mommy?
What’s the question?
Who’s the boss between you and mommy?
Who’s the boss, you have to ask that? You don’t know who the boss is between me and mommy. I’m the boss, ok.
Mommy happens to rule the decision making, there is a difference between that.
Mommy says what we do and I am in control of the channel changing.
Woody Allen about the power in a relationship in Mighty Aphrodite
2. Result
Chelsea 1-0 Liverpool
3. Result
Amsterdam Agents 17-3 Tilburg Floorball
Yesterday evening. Training game in the Hague with Amsterdam Agents. I play great, two assists and one goal and not on the field on any of the five goals we let in. Game finishes 5-5. Return to Amsterdam with Johan the race car driver who floors his company car through the lights on the highway. We fly under Schiphol and the Surinam Airways Boeing 747 is as always parked next to the highway. Things feel good. But you can't have the good without the sour, so during the evening I am attacked by mosquitoes while trying to sleep and have to go up and eat at three in the morning. Wake up confused around ten with my legs hurting from the floorball game. Go out to get a plug to fix internet, get the plug but loose a chord. Go out again to get a new chord, it starts to rain, my legs hurt, no one has the chord I need. I bike longer, in the rain, haven't had breakfast yet. Get the chord from a disgustingly happy and social Dutch man, bike back in rain and wind. Eat breakfast while not getting the internet to work. Cancel lunch with friends cause my legs hurt too much. Overdose on chocolate muffins and coffee instead. Read Jonas Hassem Khemiri. Feel a bit better. Then realize I should write on my thesis, and work. Feel a bit less better.
