Well, the time has come, a years worth of preparation, hard work, and what really could define a team all comes down to this weekend. We leave this Saturday for Vienna, Austria, as the Dracs will be looking to face off against one of the best teams in all of Europe, the Vienna Vikings. Coming off a big win vs Bolzano, and the strong addition of my boy Duba, we certainly have some positive momentum building headed into Vienna. We need to start fast and come out on top in order to advance in European Championships and play Paris Flash. While I remain excited for my teammates, their is a certain level of heartbreak at hand. I have been out since the first EFL game vs Bolzano Giants (Italy) with a fractured tibia. So once again, I will not play. This is going on my 2nd EFL game which I can not play, and 4th game in a row missing now. I try and remain positive and support my team but one can not hide the inner discontent I have with not playing. Many people love this sport, but for me, I live for it. I am not talking about the spotlight and highlight reels, that is not what drives me. It is the inner satisfaction that I get every time I play the game. The nervousness leading up to the game, and the rush you get the first play. It is the little things most take for granted with the sport, but for me, mean the world.
With that said, met with the doctors yesterday. 2 more weeks on crutches and then I can start getting back to rehab and hopefully play in the next EFL game, because I know we will beat Vienna, and be ready for Spanish playoffs. So that is the medical update at the moment. Not what I wanted to hear, because I really just want to play already. But I must get 100% and be good to go for the right time. So taking it in stride.
Side note, Otto this weekend was a blast. The imports were out in full affect as usual. We had a great time with Big sexy sophisticated Dave, Carmona, Marcel aka "Mario Andriette", hahaha, and everyone else that made that night a good one. Spent most of the day yesterday with Marcel, ol boi came through with the ride up to the BCN for the medical appointment. Then hit up his families bar near La Rambla, great lil bar in the heart of the city. You can tell it has been around for a while and its overall vibe and nature seemed really pleasing. Will be taking chupitos there before I leave!!! Got tooo!
Oh oh oh, almost forgot. Saw my first female tackle football game. Rookies vs Reds, and I must say, Rookies, #80, she is a baller. Every catch or run was a TD, she was out there bang'n causing fumbles and taking INT's back for 6. I swear she could have had her own ESPN Top 10 plays of the weekend, just her alone. Big ups to the Rookies and #80 cause you is a Balla!!!
So Confessions of the International Spotlight II: Who is my hero? I know I know, I am a football player and how typical, he is going to talk about his favorite hero or superstar grow'n up as a kid. So who? Deion, Jerry, Walter, who? No, no, no, my biggest hero... well he may not know it but it is my kid brother Matt. I know he may not be the perfect, and yes maybe a bit out spoken, but to me, he is one of the strongest guys I know. I know that he regrets a lot of the stuff he may have taken for granted and not capitalized on, but hey, who am I or you to judge. We all have made mistakes and missed opportunities, it happens, its called life. My brother has faced a lot of shit, ever since he was a kid, he been in and out of the hospital, from kidneys to acls, but the one thing that no one could ever take from my brother is his positive personality and uncannily ability to just talk his way out of things, or into, or into and out as quick as he first did, lol. But in all seriousness, I admire his strength, his ability to look and see how good life can be even in the dimmest of moments. I know my parents tell me all the time, my lil brother looks up to me and always talks about me. But one thing my lil brother never knew probably until now, is that the whole time he though he was only looking up to me, I was looking up to him. Wishing I could have some many of his characteristics. I will never give up my dreams, because in the end of the day I know my brother would never give up on his. I know we have had our disagreements, arguments, momentary lapses in control, and drive mom and dad crazy times. But I do not regret any one of them, because with out them, we would never of had so many good times either. I miss my lil brother, so this confession is more of my testament to you lil dude, that you have always been my hero, my motivation, but most importantly, always my brother. Till our next pineapple hookah with orange mint, be safe out there. Love you.
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