Two Princes

I know it's been a while since my last blog entry, but I don't want to sacrifice the quality of my posts for quantity.  That being said, practice was cancelled today, leaving me with a day free to do anything I please, but it's cold and rainy, so allow me to write about nothing.

Nothing Number 1:

German pop music, in general, is American pop music.  Their radio stations play the same songs ours do.  Turn on the dial and you're bound to hear Taylor Swift, Kelly Clarkson, and Maroon 5.  There are popular German bands, of course, but for the most part Germans listen to the current American tunes...with one exception.  It has literally been days since I last listened to the radio without hearing The Spin Doctors' "Two Princes."  Now don't get me wrong,  it's a phenomenal song.  But it's from 19-flippin'-'93.  Just for some perspective:  On this date in 1993 Monica Seles was stabbed in the back, and somewhere in some nerdy newspaper there was probably mention of the formation of something called the "World Wide Web."  So yeah, Germans love The Spin Doctors.

Nothing Number 2:

No one has beards over here and it's starting to bother me.  Maybe it's because I grew up staring an awesome beard in the face every single day, but the lack of bearded faces disturbs me.  As an act of defiance I am in the process of growing my own bad ass beard.

Nothing Number Last:

The coach of our youth team was going to be late for practice on Tuesday and asked me if I could run practice for him.  I happily obliged and believe I ran the best practice these little German boys and girls have ever been a part of.  I split the kids up into two groups, going over infield fundamentals with one group while Kacee did outfield work with the other.  There were 10 boys and 2 girls at practice, and I made it a point to make sure that I didn't address the girls as 'guys,' as in, "Hey guys, you need to make sure you keep your gloves down."  About an hour into practice one of the little girls comes up to me and says, "Nett, I'm a boy."

And now I know why I was confident that little girl was going to grow up to be a lesbian.  

Oh, and if you didn't know, those blue words are hyper-links to related websites.  Meaning they're 'clickable'...Dad.