Please Pass The....Gas?

Jason Field, my good friend from back in the States, left last Friday morning after having spent a solid week with me in Germany. We had several blog worthy adventures during the course of his stay, and I will relate them to you in good time, but before I do so I would like to take a few minutes to update you on what I've been doing since he departed.

I went to the gym around 10:00 AM on Monday and began my workout with a few sets of high clean pulls. The gym was all but empty, and with the exception of one I'll say 26 year old man, I was by myself in the free weight section. Some time after my second set this 26 year old German went into the other room to retrieve a stretching mat. He quickly returned, and began to stretch in the corner. Not more than 30 seconds after the commencement of his stretching routine, a loud, wet sound drove forcefully out of his butt. I quietly chuckled and prepared to begin my next set when yet another burst of flatulence erupted from the corner. I steeled my mind and focused on the set at hand, but quickly realized that this man was on a mission. I estimate that this man farted approximately 200 times over the course of the next 5 minutes. I was stunned, awed, and truly impressed.

The week went slowly after that. How could a Tuesday compare to that incredible Monday? How could a Wednesday even hope to shine the shoes of those farts? Why should a Thursday even bother to show up, knowing it can't win? But Friday...oh Friday, you were electric.

My parents flew into Germany on Friday, and after a rather long baggage claim fiasco they got lost for 2 hours trying to find their hotel. At around half past 6 in the PM I saw Bob and Arlene strolling up to practice. They hung around in the rain until I was finished, got harassed by Kacee and his incessant barrage of balderdash, and took me to dinner to celebrate Bob's 56th birthday. They both nearly fell asleep at the table.

We are now in Prague, which is sweet, but it took us over 6 hours to make the 3 1/2 hour drive. I won't bore you with the details of this amazing city, but please check back soon for the wild adventures of Ben Field's brother, Jason Not Michael Field.