Beginning of shorter posts--maybe......

This week has been relaxing now that we have basically one camp a day for the most part with practice in the evening. All of this week, we are running a camp or lesson with the Engelska Skolan with kids who are roughly in the 5th grade. Their instructor is a very nice guy from Canada who fits his role as a teacher perfect--punctual and positive as ever. The kids are great and make running camps a breeze. They always seem to start fairly shy and then by the end of camp want to be our friends on Facebook or MSN messenger--lol we politely deny. The other day, one girl wanted to hit again so bad, but they had to catch a bus and she demandingly said to her teacher, "Miiiissster Hall, We have one hour, why can we not hit." I nearly lost it because she was this quiet, tiny girl who came out of nowhere during the end of camp. Her English with a thick Swedish accent made it all the better. It is relieving to hear that the kids want to continue once camp is over. Since the future of Gefle baseball relies on the youth to become involved, it is important that we get kids to try it at least once. Most of the kids will feed off another like a chain reaction. For instance, one girl asked for an autograph, then all of a sudden, twenty kids wanted various things signed. It doesn't help that we are sometimes in the paper. The local Gavle paper came to one of the camps last week and did an interview and took some pictures--I didn't know they took any pictures, and a lot of kids recognized us from the paper and thought we were some big celebrities of some sort--Kids in America are the same way and it has been flattering and funny in the same context--I can understand why many enjoy working with kids. Some times they have their moments, but seeing a kid have fun at my own expense and enjoying themselves is a personal motivator as well. Some of the kids literally walk around the entire camp with a smile on the their face. It is also funny to hear them ask if either of us could "shoot" a few (meaning "hit") because of the excessive hockey vocabulary they accumulate here when growing up. Most kids seem interested, and will try to play for a year, but when they find out that it is not that popular and the youth leagues aren't established very well, it makes it hard to keep them involved. I believe that one day it will become much larger because if Gavle continues to persuade teachers to allow them to play, it will attract more and more kids into the sport. It would be awesome to start an academy in Gavle as they did in Leksand--it definitely helps develop a sense of what baseball is and where it came from so they learn about it more like they do hockey--Something that could develop more leagues or teams for individual schools. Peter, a teammate on the Elite team said that there was one school interested in developing a team for our Gavle youth team to play. It is only one school, but it is a start and will give our players more opportunities to play and take it more seriously.

We recently finished two big games against Karilskoga. They were a tough opponent that Gefle had never actually beaten. It was a great relief and excitement after finishing the first game with a win, especially against one of the best pitchers in the league. We started Peter, a National team player and he threw more than 160 pitches to complete a very impressive game. Anytime he got behind, our defense stayed strong, and he didn't walk himself into trouble. We got the hits when we needed them, and a two run home run by the other Jansson, Tomas, allowed a lead to prove enough. It was an exciting game and I was on my toes until the end in centerfield. It couldn't have ended better when Johan made a jumping catch to save a blooper hit to the outfield that could have won the game for them. We're getting better every weekend--two great pick-off plays, possibly saving two runs, were executed perfectly, and our defense played smooth.

The second game started off well, but they became awake offensively for one good inning and a we couldn't get many base runners throughout the game and so we fell a bit short. After these first few weeks of play, I now feel easily confident in our team and with who is best at specific positions. We have a great opportunity to win win both next weekend and if we play to our best ability, we surely can make that come true.

Upon the end of the second game, many wanted to go out and enjoy the Saturday night, but Erek and I had to shower and catch the train to Sundsvall for the youth tournament 2 hours away. It is incredibly convenient to have a train system like the cities in Sweden possess. I wish I could take a train from Columbus to Cincinnati or Cleveland for a certain fluctuating price! We didn't have to pay for our ticket, but we walked on took our seat and no one ever even checked! I guess they announce in Swedish that any newcomers are to check in with an attendant upon entry, but did not understand so we proceeded to sit. No one made a point of it and assumed we had already paid--A pretty trusting form of transportation! Anyway, I will continue to write more about the the ride and the tournament the kids played in named, The Mosquito Cup, in a later blog. That trip was a good couple paragraphs in itself. This week is our last big week of camps all day, every day until Mid June. It will be nice to have the days to venture out and see more for the next couple of weeks. I gotta get some sleep--the youth team is almost like having 15 younger brothers with ADHD most of the time, so I am pretty worn down. Don't get me wrong, they are a great group of kids--ton of fun and good to be around--wouldn't trade them for any other players in Sweden, but after hearing,

"Hey Dane! Look at this! look at that! Did you know? Who is your favorite this or that? What are we doing next? Why aren't you eating? Give me some!"

several times every other minute, my brain had kind of politely stopped responding. I credit any kind of pre-school--early elementary school teacher--parent because entertaining "entertaining" kids is jusssst a bit tiring. I'll get better--I feel bad because I kind of begin nodding my head after some time for every answer.

Things are still all good in Sweden--weather is still crazy--sun-rain-sun-rain, but the summer is extremely green and a perfect climate--not too cold and never a real humid hot (I hate that about Ohio summers). 'til next time!--- Hejda!

One Month and Still Not Tired

While driving to Leksand for our next double header (about an hour and a half away--no away game is close like back home), I couldn't help but try and soak in every bit of this experience. With loud house music playing in the travel vehicle--why had I never listened to these artists and DJs in America!--massage for the ears!--i gazed outside at the everlasting green of Sweden. I know it is primarily trees and more trees, but the uneven terrain and endless green land, coupled with small Swedish villages and Swedish style homes was enough to make me feel overly thankful for my time in life. Seems sappy, but I do not give a shit--what could have been better-- bright summer day in Sweden--beginning of Spring, everything green, good music, great friends, on our way to play baseball all day--I mean really?! A site I will not forget for a long while. I find writing challenging, enjoyable and relaxing because trying to translate a physical image and express an emotional tie into a blank sheet of paper with black lettering is quite difficult!--At least in getting the reader to understand it as if he or she were there.

We arrived a little late due do a couple missed turns, but I did not care--the field was again anything, but disappointing. Leksand is where Sweden holds their Baseball Academy for kids at 16 years of age to train and learn the game for three years--it is also free!-government pays for it like school. They had a cool, old school wooden grand stand, and the field was a little choppy in certain areas, but overall, in slick condition with towering pines beyond the outfield. I had been feeling pretty good with pitching and my arm had remained healthy--I credit Crossfit with my endurance and longevity--a lot of the movements have really strengthened my joints and kept them solid in every area. I do not think I would have been pitching this well a couple summers ago--at least without any pain. I decided to pitch myself so we took a quick BP and I did what I could to warm-up and prepare myself in the short amount of time. Every weekend I learn more and more about how to improve in my coaching abilities and how to better organize the team. Since I was pitching and BP was kind of sporadic, I have decided to print out a BP sheet with details on order and swings like in college for future games. As the game was underway, we started off a little slow, but came around after an inning or two with one run. My pitching began to slip a little when they accumulated four runs to go ahead. We battled back to take the lead, and the next inning they answered quickly and had a huge inning adding a few more. A couple more later in the game and they held out with the win. We fought hard and had some great plays, but left too many on without any hits in the end. We executed a couple pick-offs very well, and though we didn't get them each time, we still had an opportunity and our timing was accurate. We also put together a great hit and run when I was on base and Morgan slapped one to right. It is the little things to make runs available that will ultimately win games. There were some crucial errors and I left one too many up in the zone at times and they took advantage. The next game wasn't much different. We held on and kept trying to get by their 6-4 lead, but couldn't manufacture any runs with runners in scoring position. A couple more bunts here and there may have helped in advancing some runners, but we also needed to attempt some more steals--we didn't even test the catcher. It is hard when your down the whole game to gamble on a steal when the conditions were muddy (oh, it rained during the beginning of the second game--and pretty much the whole game--goes from unbelievable sunny day to dark and stormy in minutes--Sweden is the land of extremes). Again, we learned a little more about what we need to work on--hitting curve balls, relaxing at the plate, more live pitching practices-- and things we did well--some good defensive plays, pitching was consistent, pick-offs, hit and run, and having longer, quality at bats. We can always improve, but we are heading the right direction. Our team chemistry makes playing much easier--we all seem to get along fine and know how to have fun and enjoy each others company--that is the hard thing to fix! I'll take baseball mistakes or need for improvement any time over not having good team players and chemistry. Sometimes I think we are all too much of team players! One of our goals is to finish top 6 to make the playoffs and it will happen.

YOUTH TEAM

After getting home late from Leksand, we had to hit the sack and get up at 5:00am to drive to a town 3 and a half hours away for our first youth games in the Intersport Tourney. I quickly found out how funny and outgoing these kids are. They are all roughly 14 years old, and each one is definitely unique. I rode with one kid, Mersad--Bosnian Mother--speaks I think 4 languages--must be nice!--another kid on our team and Mersad's step father. Mersad is a social kid and probably talked during the entire ride--I didn't mind--I felt bad because I was just tired and barely answered most of his questions lol. A good kid who loves Ludacris, thinks he is Manny Ramirez, and in a country of hockey and soccer, he reigns among the few that love baseball--I think he knows more about certain teams and players than I do. Andreas is another lip-runner that occasionally throws in English curse words and drinks too much Red Bull. I grew up with a younger brother in much the same fashion so I think I can handle any amount of annoyance. He was showing me videos he had made in school--pretty creative--stop motion-like movie. We never did anything that cool for class at his age. The rest of the team fills in with other joking nonsense that causes a nonstop laughter in any period of the day. Three of the guys are in a band together, play a lot of Metallica covers and Credence among other rock.

As we arrived, I was informed of the tourney rules, which emphasized only 50 minutes for a time limit! Most games didn't get passed the second inning! It was the first time they were allowed to get leads and steal, and since I did not focus on coaching pick-offs too much, it became a little our of hand soon. We looked a little like the Bad News Bears and I suddenly felt like Billy Bob Thornton from the recent re-make. We started with Leksand (the academy team--been learning baseball and containing roughly the same coach for years) and they were tough. Our first pitcher's arm began hurting early so he literally called time-out and told our first baseman to come in for the switch--I guess I don't need to do much coaching haha! The next guy, lead singer and guitarist in the band, threw well! When they reached base, their hard-ass coach kept having steal on every pitch--there were many balks do to early steals and confusion from our pitcher. I made a mistake by never really going over the situation and therefore, our pitcher had no clue--I apologized later for that mistake on my part. We have mainly focused on bullpens, live hitting and BP and little game situation, but not stealing. It was also frustrating to see the other teams coach complain like crazy when our pitcher would balk and the umpire wouldn't immediately call it--chill out bud, the kids gotta learn asshole! That's when the Bad News Bears thoughts crept in--we were playing the fancy baseball academy with their "tough guy" coach who continued to do nothing, but yell at his players, while we were less organized and laughing and having more fun. I give great thanks to all the players on our team for not being overly frustrated--I felt horrible about not letting them know how to pick runners off bases--felt like I let them down. One of our players was hit by a pitch and proceeded to do some kind of limping leg, break dance down the line while laughing--I couldn't help but smile with him. We got some looks for that, and I told him it was usually inappropriate, but he didn't know any better. The break in between was again full of rain and restless players--I took out a Monster energy drink and was followed constantly by those wanting a sip like it would give them special powers. The second game went much better against Karilskoga--our pitcher from another team joined us, and threw very well! He and two others were from Wersteras--since so many youth teams are lacking players, they usually mix them. He didn't give up much of anything and we began to hit the ball much better. For the amount of time given we were able to give everyone playing time--I wish everyone would have gotten more chances at hitting, but I guess that is how the tournament goes. We went up early after getting a few steals and hits. Then Karilskoga began hitting and we made some errors that got us behind again and not much time to come back. We did a better job of holding on the runners and playing better baseball. They were a little upset with the losses, but still know how to have a good time--I've never been around so many positive kids. They make coaching easy. They were non-stop ragging on one player about a girl, singing songs, throwing hats, spitting seeds, wrestling etc... I had a great time and look forward to more tournaments and games with them.

This should be a very productive week of practice and camps. I video taped everyone's swing last week--saw some great things and things to improve upon during live pitching--mainly timing and mentality. We have camps only with the English School this week. They have been good with the camps in earlier weeks and will be older so hopefully we can get some games going smoothly.

RANDOM

-Spotify is an incredible, Swedish music sharing system. You have to be invited by someone to gain free access, but once invited, can search and store endless amounts of songs and playsists as long as have free internet radio and connections to other friends lists. It is like itunes, limewire, and pandora all together

-Another random person, an elderly Swedish woman, started to chat with us at the buffet-- nice lady--talked much about immigration and travel--didn't make a lot of sense at most times--talked to another guy earlier who said she was probably boosing. The elders seem a lot more interested and are more into talking with us when they here English than the younger crowd--basically because they have been there and done that and find it interesting to have Americans in their town because it isn't that often.

Team Sverige

Another weekend, another adventure. After running a few more camps through the beginning of last week, the time finally came to travel to Stockholm for what they called, The All-star Game.

But, before we left, Erek and I took advantage of an opportunity to meet some more people through the University in Gavle. One of our camps during the week was a three hour clinic for future physical education teachers to learn baseball in case they wanted to teach it or be forced to instruct it to their students. Again, I took for granted the basic knowledge of baseball after attempting a mini scrimmage with the young adults. Though we explained the rules, people still ran through every base, did not tag-up, didn't understand a force out etc... When told to tag someone who had over ran a base, one guy simply ran up to the runner and tagged him with his hand as if to follow by saying, "you're it!" It is little things of that sort that can really make one a better teacher and allow one to understand the important issues of the game and how to transfer knowledge. Amidst batting practice, Erek chatted up one girl who informed us of a campus party during the week. She put our names on the list, and picked us up later in the evening (9-pm and it was still quite bright outside). We arrived to what looked like typical college dorms, but better (no RAs!). Everyone was drinking in the halls, rooms were open, music was playing and the floor kitchen was alive with people playing drinking games in the dining area. After meeting a few people (very welcoming and nice people--no one was weird about us being there and were only willing to help and have fun), we went to the campus club area where the bar and party was taking place. The college-hosted parties at my school were usually of no interest to anyone, but here they seemed pretty popular! We only went in for a moment to get our hands stamped because no one really shows until midnight or 1am. They paid for us to get in and were generous in making drinks for us and giving us beer. Back in the dorms we played some PS3--haven't played that ever-- and other drinking games like, "Lebowski"-- while watching the movie, one must drink every time "the dude" says, "fuck," in any context (gets pretty rough). Anyway, after a while in the dorms we went back and entered a large dance floor flooded with lights and loud remixed beats from Swedish and American Artists (they love Lady Gaga here). I think Erek was the only one in a t-shirt--most wore collard shirts and "dressed to impress," and there is nothing wrong with that--just funny how I'm used to seeing more people in just t-shirts and jeans. After a long night of dancing and losing our way around the bar area we ended up back at the girl's apartment that invited us to the party. She lived in a 200 yr. old building, and you guessed it, decked out in IKEA.

In the morning we went to a pizza place in the mall--every pizza place is exactly the same--still not quite sure if I like it. There is not enough sauce, and when you get shrimp and oysters on the same pizza called a "marinara," something is not right.

We had the rest of the day off because it was some Swedish holiday--although no one really could pin-point what exactly for--I think it was some religious date though. In speaking of days off, it seems as if kids have the life here (and they do not know it at all!). In some of the camps we have throughout the week, the kids are free to leave at the end--their teachers are very laid back with them and what time they leave--most kids, even the 11 and 12 year olds ride their bikes to the field, and the teachers tell them where to go next and that is it. Parents in America would not be having that for very long! I am not saying that they are terrible teachers, just that they are less stressed than most American schools. We tell kids that we had to go to class straight through the day and couldn't leave--had recess once a day and gym class only a couple days a week. They can't believe it! Some schools start the day with a "baseball lesson," then go to class--others are vice versa and with soccer and other sports. I guess is it typical in Sweden that an active and healthy lifestyle is necessary and athletics are a big part of growing up as a kid. Even a lot of the girls participate in many sports and we always see people running in town or at the gym. One of the kids on the youth team told Erek and I that he was sitting in his only class for the day and had to write or do something ten times and they were done for the day. He said his teacher was texting on his phone and just said leave when you finish! For college, a girl we made friends with said that they must check their class schedule online everyday because it changes so much--even during the day of class, it could be changed--there is no real set schedule! More laid back and less systematic, but could be a little annoying. The kids have a lot of half-days and one of the kids say they need to be there by 8:30am--that is late! lol. After one camp, some of the younger kids stayed after because they didn't have to be anywhere until 1:00pm (the camp ended at 10:30am)--so they stayed and talked with us, and wanted us to sign several different things (we asked if they were serious--pretty funny how kids will take an autograph from anybody). We signed cell phones, hats, balls, shirts, shoes, and bike helmets--hilarious. I could go on for days about the kids during camp, especially when they are young and barely know any English--usually teacher must translate, but many run around lost or just give a blank stare at either Erek or I. Again, I am not talking Swedish education down--most are really smart and pick up things quickly--I am just saying it is much different than back home and a lot of trust is instilled--from what we've seen, no parents are calling the principal wondering why their child is biking alone back to school etc... (I'm sure they have complaints, but most seem okay with everything). Usually after camp, Erek and I go into town to eat and go to the gym and we see the same kids we just had in camp (we just think, "aren't you supposed to be in school?"). Pretty soon the whole town is going to know us--We coach several schools within a couple months and see familiar faces all the time.

That same week (I apologize if some things seem to run together--been just adding a little each day--after this post, I will probably just keep a daily or every day post to keep it simple), we had the Americans vs. the Swedes baseball game. We traveled to Stockholm to meet with about another 14 Americans who were also coaching and playing baseball on different teams within Sweden. They were all great guys--couple from California, Alabama, Georgia, and a couple from other countries/continents (Lithuania, Australia). We went out in Stockholm with some of the guys from Tranas (the Bama kid, and 2 Georgia guys) after the first games. Long night of subway trouble and expensive bars, light rain, morning light, long walking, and nonetheless, Swedish women. The games were pretty exciting--the field is great--very well groomed, nice dugouts and seating (we played on the National team's home field). It was a try-out for the Swedish guys and they were basically using us as an opponent so their coach (ex-major-leaguer--2 world series rings-Dennis Cook--has some Swedish ties and decided to come out and help Swedish baseball). We played 4, 9 inning games in 2 days, and it began the start of the Sweden summer (well sort of-- weather his nearly 70*F!!--perfect sun)--Was a great weekend for baseball! We played the U23 team and the National team each day. I mainly played centerfield each game--making contact, but didn't record a lot of hits, but I feel like I am seeing the ball well--that's just baseball. Erek was hitting the ball very well and was out of position a little in right field (he is a middle infielder), but overall as a team we were pretty good. We beat the younger guys by a decent margarin, but ended up tying the National team twice lol. I thought we probably should have won both games--we hit the ball solid, but right at people and not enough to put up runs. I even pitched a little over 6 innings in the second game. I haven't pitched since high school, but I felt good! The defense made some great plays to help me out, and I will try an pitch more when we need extra arms in our league games. Overall though, I was impressed with some of the Swedish players--if their pitching becomes more developed, they could be a decent contender in the world championships one day (all about the youth--they have to get more kids to try baseball--just not popular). A few guys on our league team did well--one of them, Tomas, is an impressive hitter--a lot of power and after filming his swing the other day, has great mechanics--unfortunately he was the last man cut--told him they already have several lefty hitters (most are lefties in Sweden because of hockey--players are usually left-handed shooters because the right hand is used better for control of the stick)! It is odd to be a right-handed/sided hitter. If he improves a little more with catching (already good) and defense, he should be an easy pick next year. His brother was on the team last year and was chosen again for this year--a solid hitter and pitcher. One young kid on our team, Johan, I think 17 yrs old, played well for the younger team--for his age, he is a good ball player--maybe needs to work on his throwing mechanics (too over the top in his throws for an infielder), but he is athletic and has good hands and awareness. He would be a good high school player if he were in the U.S. and I'm sure he will be on the team in the future. I can't go a single blog without mentioning something about food--they once again fed us well with a kebab salad type meal and pasta with chicken. The hostel they put us in was more like a small village or cottage. I guess Swedish hostels are usually pretty decent (other countries can get nasty). Again, the place was laid back--we walked in late after the game and said we were with the baseball teams and they handed us keys for two rooms. The two other guys from our team weren't even planning on staying, so they weren't technically allowed or on a list, but they handed us keys anyway! One guy even stayed the next night--didn't pay. Our room was typical Swedish with two single beds, a TV, a bathroom (literally you could sit on the toilet and take a shower at the same time--one floor and area--they never seem to separate the shower floor from the rest of the bathroom--floor gets soaked!), and a wardrobe. The buildings looked more like little trailers set in separate areas (pictures I post will do it more justice). After our first games, us and the Tranas guys didn't get back from the city subway until 4am--it was quickly bright once again! Upon finally hitting the bed to get some sleep before another long day of baseball, the fire alarms kept going off!--They were the old school ringing bell alarms--so obnoxious! They lasted about 10 minutes and finally we were able to get some sleep. We didn't have to be at the field until around 12:30pm, so I felt fine. On the way walking, some Leksand guys picked us up off the highway and took us to the grocery and we bought some filler food for the game. We again beat the younger guys and tied the elder team. Overall it was an amazing experience and I feel like I can't complain about anything ever again because I'm having too good of a time.

Each day never gets old--no matter how many camps, what age group, or how long practice has been, I am loving each day. Of the time I've been here, I couldn't have asked for nicer people and a better atmosphere--especially after hearing some of the deals other players have, I have realized how good we are being treated! I know it is mainly a sense of being somewhere completely new, and that itself is giving me an endless tank of stimulus, but either way, Gavle is a good town.

That same day we drove home after our final games (a guy on our team we call Bostrom (last name) drove an hour and a half to pick us up!--again, we owe him (not to mention he has fixed my bike tire, installed our living room light and other little things that add up to more than we need). On the way, we picked up another teammate who was in Stockholm, some beer and made our way home. Erek and I were still feeling surprisingly well after the night and day before, so we decided to venture out when we returned home with Patrik and Tomas. Tomas likes moonshine and therefore the night became sideways in little time. "Heartbreak," was the place to be that night--place was crazy packed--Patrik wasn't even old enough to enter, but they never check ID so it didn't matter--As soon as we entered, Erek and I ran into a guy from one of the camps we coached--funny how many people we now recognize. After buying a round of drinks, we hit the dance area where again loud thumping music (not dance-rap like back at home, but rather more dance, new-age, pop etc..) and buzz-enhancing lights blanketed the mass of gyrating clubbers. Tomas went straight to the black jack table and we ran into a group of Aussies who were in town for a tree climbing competition! After random dancing and people asking us why in the world we were in Gavle of all places, we decided to head out when the place closed. One girl questioned Erek regarding whether or not I was really American--lol--she just didn't believe at first that I was American since I was living in such a small, non-tourist like town. She thought maybe I guess I was Swedish just trying to be funny by speaking English. It ended up being another long night of meeting new, interesting people. Can't waste a minute while I am here, even if it causes some drowsiness.

I am going to begin trying to establish a conditioning session on Sundays with maybe some American football for team bonding and so we stay in shape. That Sunday many had to work, so it was just me and another named, Olov. Once again, a exceptionally polite person who is a nurse here and Sweden and works for Gardasil--does a lot of sales and travel. We jogged for awhile through some trails--easy on the eyes (Swedish outdoors is refreshing)--He had already invited us to dinner once, back to his place for a cookout and showed us some damn good Chinese! So we owe him one or two as well.

Well that summed up one week- since so much more has now happened and I do not feel like making this blog 200000000000 pages, I will stop here and begin more of a daily or every other day blog--shorter and easier--- and less boring to have to read!

DIFFERENCES

-Nudity on public TV--not much censorship at all

-I had to pay to use the restroom at the mall--5Kr.--toilets were really nice though--put change in a slot and door unlocks

-They think of anything to be more economical--hand dryers are cold air--not usually heated like in America

-Much of the plumbing is visible in Swedish homes, apts., dorms etc...--helps keep from freezing in winter--easy to locate and fix

-Even toilets (pretty much all of them) have two different buttons for a small flush and large flush--every little thing just to save some water

-All pizza is not pre-sliced--very different, weird varieties

-They love wall-paper--everybody uses it and it is common

-Showers are mainly one floor- in dorms and apartments--not separate from toilet area

-a police officer can take your license away on the spot if going over 30 km/hr the speed limit--never heard of that in the U.S.

-Most water bottled is carbonated--thought it was weird at first, but now I love it--very refreshing--especially the lemon flavored--like pine-sol at first, but once I drank more it became a must have during lunch at the buffet

Character

As I sit here in the apartment after a long road trip to Tranas, I am still thinking about my decision to not attend the Crossfit regional. I never said it was a guarantee, and absolutely did not think I would have upset this many people. It appears that the majority of those back at my local gym are rather angry that I did not compete. I feel completely taken back by all of the disappointment, and it was not my intention in any way. I first came here to coach and play baseball, and received that opportunity from a friend back at home and the manager of the team here in Sweden. I was told I put a couple names on the line by not going to the regional since they helped me get into the competition (I apologize to all), but if I had gone to the regional instead of the baseball games, wouldn't I be putting the friend from home and the manager's name on the line as well. I guess it came down to a decision of who may get the "bad" deal, and I'm sorry, but Crossfit will always be there (possibly not in these circumstances, but if I want it that bad, I know I can get back to that point another time)--playing and living among those in Sweden will not (or at least the chances are lower). The manager and friend are the reason I am here in Sweden--I was asked to coach and help these teams, and that is not something I will ruin for my own possible successful benefit. I can't be thankful enough for the people I have back at home at Sportfit, but character is something that is basically only measured by how I view myself in the end-- and I would not see myself as any better of a person by leaving a team for myself (also includes the gym and people who supported me, but I didn't lie--I said if it were around baseball)

That being said, the games this weekend were rough. We played in a constant light rain shower-mist-cold climate! I had never again played in such bizarre weather. It literally rained the entire time, but wasn't hard enough to ruin the games. It was like standing at The Beach Waterpark under one of the mist sprayers for 6 hours. It happened to be the coldest spot in Sweden at the moment, and it was 5 hours South! Even with the odd weather, the backdrop of the field was incredible--high, towering trees in the distance of an open pasture. We even had a couple of moose attend our game in the outfield (something you will never see in the states--at least in Ohio)--massive animals in person.

We drove down Friday and Erek and I saw our first glimpse of Stockholm. They weren't kidding when they said that it was the Mecca of Sweden! There was so much going on that we couldn't focus on one area (old ancient, architecture mixed with modernized fashion malls and museums, government buildings, statues, factories, water, Swedish style ships/boats and even roller coasters)--I think Erek took a picture at every turn we made from the van. We definitely plan on taking a ride in with a teammate (because he works in town there) or taking the train about an hour into town for a day or so. After exiting Stockholm, we didn't really see anything else as large or busy. We arrived at our hotel late in the evening--very cool little place on a golf course. Our rooms were again straight from IKEA--I found it interesting (maybe just coincidence, but also because of their government) that the hotel had a lot of the same qualities a lot of other places had. It was set up just like our apartment-- they give you the same style wardrobe and even the toilet paper holders are the same (each have a cover over them)--more little things that seem consistent from place to place. In America, things can be consistent, but most of time each place has it's own style whereas although places here have their own style here, they remain very much alike in utility. Door handles, locks--toilets with retractable arms rests for handicapped etc...

We awoke the next morning and saw a better view of the area we were in (since it was dark and we were dead the night before), and the first thing we came across was the driving range. The backdrop of the range looked like something from a portrait. Again, large, looming trees with a vibrant green, mossy bed. I know I tend to describe this place as visibly gorgeous, and it may just be because it is different from where I am from, but I believe those who live here know it as well. The country club we ate in for breakfast did not disappoint! The Swedes can't miss! All kinds of bread, butter, jam, bran cereal with real milk (tasted more like cream--addicting), yogurt, porridge etc... After numerous helpings, it was game time.

The field, as described before, was the same as any other American field by means of baseball, but the area was much UNLIKE where I have played before. Back more in the woods planted in an open pasture--Very green--the field wan an "all grass" infield--haven't played on one in a lonnnnnng time. As the rain fell steadily, we opted to not take BP and start the game (probably not the best circumstances, but it's no excuse). The game started out a bit frantic. They were a good hitting team, and although our starter threw pretty well, the first two innings were riddles with base hits and runs. One thing that makes baseball (and a pitcher's job difficult) is that even when a good pitch is made, a hitter can sometimes manage to find a hole in the field and defense. There weren't hardly any errors. We never really got anything going on offense--a bit of us were slow to the ball and not getting on top of the pitches when we needed too. They scored pretty much all of their runs in the first two innings, and though we showed signs of life, it wasn't long enough to re-adjust the score. We went down in the first game--a tough loss for all (no one wants to travel a long way and lose). I saw some good things from pitching (consistency, which is key)--it was simple, we needed to hit and we didn't. I was happy with the team's positive attitude--everyone seemed to put the game in the past quickly, which is needed in baseball, but sometimes it can be confused with not caring. Either way, the second game started off well early. We manufactured some runs early and it appeared the rust from bats started falling off. We went up one toward the 6th inning, and then Tranas answered with three throughout the rest of the game and we hit a dry spell. The more I think about it, it seemed like some may have lost a little flare toward the end of the game. I have been in situations where 10-15 runs have been scored in one inning--anything is possible in baseball. I didn't mentioned after the game during a post-game talk, but it felt like we were less enthusiastic. I hope the team knew we had a great chance of winning in the end--I overheard some people saying the focus in the dugout was lost because of talk about other things outside of the game. It is funny that now being a coach and at 3rd base the majority of the time or in the field, I do not hear or converse much with teammates. Baseball is a game where it can be very easy to lose focus and drift away from the important aspects of the game--I've been there too. that is why the best know how to concentrate for that many odd hours during the game, regardless of the conditions. I am pleased with our play and believe we got a little better with some things (saw some great fielding plays and quality at bats--just not when we needed them) overall! Sometimes a couple losses allows a team to see what needs to be done to be better. There were a couple of times I could have played it more conservative and called for some bunts to move some guys, but I wanted some people to hit. I will continue to get better in knowing our guys and who to use for the right situations. I am excited for the next game in two weeks and look forward to another challenge in facing a big baseball town in Leksand. Good job guys!

Next week the federation is having its first annual America vs. Swedish player baseball game. All of us Americans that are here coaching and playing will get a chance to play the Swedish National team in Stockholm for a couple of games. it will be a great time to meet with other American players and share experiences while being in Sweden and to see if there are any others from schools close to home. Erek and I have already met a couple of guys from the other teams (a few from California and Alabama)---there are actually quite a few Americans who played that had lived in Sweden for years because they had found nice careers or wives here. There are a couple on our team--both of which have wives and have been living here for several years. One is a principal at a local school, and a police officer. The Swedish National team will be tough and it will be interesting to see how many "real" pitchers are on the American team since most are here to play positions and give at bats.

Other than that the nightlife has still been good--beer pitchers here are quite a bit bigger than the ones I see regularly in America. Funny how late nights turn to say quickly because of the position near the North--we can now see the beginning of daylight as early as 3:30am. THe gym has been great--still miss some of the qualities that make Crossfit possible at the gym back at home--doing hand stand push-ups and running around amidst all kinds of machines doesn't feel quite right. Erek still enjoys the workouts and has been impressive in completing new movements fairly easily. Maybe I can find a CF gym near another city. Now that we have a better understanding of camps and what not, we have more time to plan other things.

Some more differences--pizzas here aren't ever sliced--must slice on your own!

--Kebab anything is very popular

--Coffee machines (I will get a picture) are oddly very nice in gas stations (look like high quality five star country club machines)--they love their coffee or "Kaffe" here.

--Gas station attendants/fast food workers are usually very attractive--nothing against the ones at home, but Sweden has them beat (lol).

--They love ham--it's everywhere--along with pasta and potatoes--turkey exists, but it doesn't seem very popular

--The fish is damn good too

--Drinks are so small (in means of glasses at restaurants)--refills are not free

--Bottled water is usually carbonated soda water unless you buy a special brand--didn't like it at first, but now it is pretty refreshing

--when paying in coinage at gas stations, they have you put them into a little box (like a change counter you can get in America to hold coins) and it reads the amount of the coin and that is how you pay for items--instead of giving change to an attendant who transfers it to a register

--Bills here differ in size according to the amount of Kronors they are worth--help blind people determine amount possibly?

--Laundry is about the same, except they also have dryers to use that are more like giant closets that one hangs the clothes on bars or a rack inside while warm air is constantly blown to dry them--- helps keep clothing from wrinkles and better for clothes that need to be hang dried like dress shirts or large blankets or wool. kInd of like a giant sauna for drying clothes---pretty genius.

--Many guys go and get expensive haircuts at "appointment only" stylists.

--Jam or Jelly is packaged in large tubes--like sausage or dinner rolls--more economical--just dump into a re-usable glass jar

--everything is on a "system"--most lights and electrical appliances work with every place--no need to buy extra attachments--

--Most of the guys use ESPN America to watch baseball and the NHL since they do not get it here--They use a ton of torrent sites to download free events and things--the baseball games are better to watch because there are no commercials--just gets straight to the action usually when the innings switch sides--makes the games a lot more interesting to watch on TV and you are able to get into it more!

OKAY I AM DONE--I KNOW SOME THINGS TEND TO BE BORING TO READ, BUT HARD TO LEAVE THEM OUT--PEACE

Been nearly two weeks, feels like a month (a good thing)

It seems like forever since my last post, but it has only been a little over a week! Erek and I both agree that it feels like we have been here a month. I’ll try and remember everything I had originally planned to write about, but I know I am going to forget a few things. I’d like to sound like Rick Reilly from Sports Illustrated/ESPN when I write, but poetic lava doesn’t always seep from my fingertips—that being said, I’ll try and keep it interesting. Things may come up randomly because I am writing this off the top of my head. The past week has been busy, but still an experience I will not regret.

After my last post, Erek, my roommate from California, moved in, and I was back in college again beginning my freshman year (well, sort of). Living with a random person from another part of the U.S. in a designated area was something I had experience with before, and that experience alone, gave us both a quick common ground. No matter how different we were possibly going to be, the fact that we were open to a new experience, excited to play baseball and meet new people allowed us to always fall back on a common bond (but we get along anyway, so it doesn’t matter).

Each day I have seemed to find something new that has given me something to ponder. More little things like Swedish television. We only get about twelve channels, and three or four of them are strictly in Swedish. I really noticed the art behind advertising in watching all Swedish commercials (for my brother). For instance, when a commercial is on and I cannot understand what they are saying, but still get the message, then I believe they have done a damn god job. Other than that, T.V. is filled with MTV videos, S.C.R.U.B.S., movies, South Park, Simpsons, Family Guy and other known American dramas along with European COPS and 80’s American reality like 911.

An awkward situation came up one day when we were at the usual buffet getting lunch. Let me first start by saying that there are gambling machines in every establishment in Sweden (electronic slot machines--people are on them constantly!). Anyway, as we were talking an old man on one machine looks over and says in a grumbling, slow voice, "I understand everything you say!" We weren't saying anything derogatory, but he wanted to let us know he understood English (this guy was absolutely hammered at noon). He said he was from Finland, but lived in Sweden and proceeded to say all Swedes were, "fuckkkked!" (as he put his finger to his temple and twisted it to represent them as looney people) Erek and I just laughed awkwardly as we started getting stares from other locals ("okayyyy old man," we thought). He asked where we were from--babbled some more words we didn't understand and said, "America? We know everything about yourrrrr countryyy--you know nothing about us, NOTHING!" "Americans are all FUCKED!" Erek and I continued to laugh and try and keep this guy from getting any louder--the manager of the buffet came over and told him to settle down before or else he'd be kicked out. The dizzy, Finnish man proceeded to look at Erek (he has a Chinese background from his mother) and took his fingers and made his eyes slant and said, "Your people, blah blah blah, mumble mumble." We couldn't make out what he said-- then he just kind of went silent and back to his game after the manager again settled him down. That guy must have had a rough life, we thought to ourselves. We were finished with our meal, so a=instead of getting this guy all worked up, we took off. I think we won't sit near anymore gambling machines.

The snow is finally gone, but the weather is still the most unpredictable part of this trip. One minute it is sunny and warm, then all of a sudden, it drops 10 degrees (Celsius of course) and clouds form for some possible rain. I love this weather, but Erek, who has never really been around a constant cold season (still loves being able to see his breath), has been freezing his ass off for the most part! We finally figured out how to manage our heaters (there is a giant wall unit in every room and everything is double paneled for insulation) and usually leave our windows open throughout the day. Our windows are fairly old and use a large hinge system like a door (you could easily throw a ten foot wide couch out of it!). I never know what to believe, but everyone says spring is just around the corner, and everything will turn a thick green in just a couple of days. On the topic of housing, we helped a teammates friend move into a new home. The home was unbelievable--my mother would have been obsessed with it. Was placed right next to a small river, built in the mid 1700's--technically older than our country! It was a cottage like village, and the home was old style Swedish in it's barn-like appearance. It was colored a brick red with a large front porch and quality lot. The wine cellar had such an antique appeal and the home had slick wooden floors, high ceilings, and a kitchen on the first and second floors. I can't even describe in words the exact lay-out, but it was anything except modern. A lot of history.

The youth and adult practices have been going pretty smooth. Being on the coaching end is much different from being the coached, but it has allowed me to be more involved and get a better understanding of the game! I never realized how difficult a baseball swing was until I had to teach it to kids who grew up with only golf and hockey sticks. Many of them adjust well, but for the most part, they always lean forward and get out on the front foot when they should keep their wait back a little more. It is still hilarious to be coaching a camp and hear 20-30 kids yelling and speaking Swedish as they haggle their teammates. It is very weird being the “exotic” speaking person, but in a good way. Most of them know English very well, but they never hear it in day-to-day life, so for Erek and I to be instructing the entire time makes it fun for them. Several also refrain to juggling the balls as if they were soccer balls, but some really get into the sport and are highly interested.

We have completed one full, week long camp with a school named, Prolympia. We had some down time and talked to some of the kids, and in doing so, found out they never seem to go to school! It is a sports school for kids up to sixteen years of age. They attend regular classes, but have camps consistently and practice athletics after or during school each day. It is a middle school primarily directed toward athletics! Awesome! It also looks like a small military barrack hidden in the woods, as if for an exclusive clan. I do not know how to qualify for the school, but they start as young as about eight years I believe. We also asked a few kids what other sports they play and other than soccer and hockey, many did equestrian riding (there is a horse race track right next to the field—chariot style racing—not sure the exact name for that kind of racing), gymnastics, and what they call, “athlete.” We were caught off-guard by one girl because she said that she was also an, “athlete.” We thought she was being cocky, but really being an athlete is what they call track and field. They all were interested in what we have been doing around here, and they gave us some tips on travel and the, “hot spots.” Already in a week we have seen several of the kids in town because many go there to hang out and shop (small town I guess!).

The adult team has looked good thus far! We just claimed our first two opening season wins yesterday at a place two and a half hours south called, Eskilstuna. They are slightly new to the Elite series, but we played a good game overall regardless. We traveled in a 9-10 person van (A brand called Renault—very cool traveling vehicle; much better than the huge “getaway” Chevy vans we used in college) and a single car through basically thousands of trees. The wilderness is much unlike Ohio. Tall pines groomed and lined perfectly for an infinite range of sight. When we arrived, we entered a locker room, which again, was made for soccer. As we approached the field, all we could see in the distance were Swedish style factories and houses (very historic and different from anywhere I have ever been). The field was nicely made, perfectly flat (better than the majority fields in Ohio). Again, we noticed much graffiti---the stuff is everywhere it seems! The weather was cold, shady and a strong wind was constantly blowing an icy rush from one side. Erek and I found it funny that in all the years of baseball we have played, neither one of us had ever met with umpires to switch and discuss line-ups and ground rules. We made the line-up and I handed it to the umpire (spoke good English, but from Sweden and the other guy didn’t say much and was a rookie—they had some pretty interesting calls, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be). Anyway after going over the ground rules and shaking hands, we later realized that Joel Hedlund was not on the roster! We wanted him to pitch, but unfortunately we made a rookie coaching mistake—turned out not to hurt us at all, but now we know! The game went well—I was most surprised with our pitching---we did very well in controlling walks and throwing groundballs. Our infield also worked well together and made some great double plays. It was a different feeling running out to third to coach and to also switch with some of the other guys so I could hit. It actually kept me warm and alert the entire two games. After the first game, I went over to get some coffee at the concession stand (Sweden is the 2^nd biggest consumer of coffee behind Finland—it is everywhere—even at Max burger, which is like Mcdonalds; they have an advanced coffee machine that makes high quality coffee, not just coffee brewed in pots—and it’s free like water!). Toward the end of the game, the sun began to come out during a light rain, and two high clarity rainbows appeared over the field—never had I seen something that looked like that! Every time I ran out to centerfield and saw the back drop and heard the European fans, I had to grin knowing I was in Sweden playing baseball; funny where you’ll end up sometimes.

After the game, we clapped as we walked off the field for the fans (as they do for Euro. Soccer game)—also funny—we never do that in the states, but probably should. We headed back to the locker room, and suddenly got this feeling like I was apart of some Euro. Professional soccer team—everyone hit the showers, cracked beers and talked for several minutes---I barely know these guys, but the camaraderie seemed effortless (nobody is ever quick to judge and everyone helps each other out—don’t have a beer? --- take one! --- need shampoo, towel? — No prob.! For the first day of games, I was happy with the wins and play; we have another road trip next weekend even further south. I look forward to more practice and smoothing over some things.

Erek and I have also had some chances now to get out and see some of the local nightlife. The other night we headed out to a bar in town to meet a teammate and some of his friends. He is a huge Liverpool fan and went there to watch the game. The bar was brand new with more flat screens per area than any American bar I have been too! Liverpool struggled and lost, and I asked questions that seemed obvious because I know nothing of Euro. Soccer. Needless to say, he wasn’t to happy the rest of the night. As he went home, we decided to check out where everyone says is the place to be, “Heartbreak Hotel.” (lol) It turns out that 18 and up can go on Thurs., 21 and up on Friday, and 23 and up on Saturdays. We had a good laugh hearing that you can drink at 18, but your only allowed to on Thursdays if you want to go there (also their drinking laws are a bit different—the driver can only have a 0.02 blood alcohol level, but the passengers can drink in the car as much as they want—unlike the U.S. where any open container is going to cost you). We entered and found a huge variety in the crowd---ranging from 50-60 year olds—to 18—most of which probably had fakes, so they were actually 15! You would never catch an old couple that age at a dance club like this in the U.S.! Beer wasn’t too expensive and it was all fairly strong—one beer probably cost as much as it would at a decent bar in the U.S. (an off campus bar)—around $5.50 at some places, but up to $7 at others (like a sporting event price!) Not as cheap as back home. It appears everyone “pre-games” before going to bars here so they do not spend much on the expensive alcohol prices. Upon leaving the bar I asked Erek if he wanted to go to a place called, “Interpool,” and some highly drunk, young kid—had to have been around 16 years old, thought I was talking trash to him as we rode away. He stepped in front of us and proceeded to act as if I was talking to him, trying to start a fight. More drunken talk pursued before his friend pulled him away and apologized—the last thing Erek and I needed was to end up in the small Gavle news for fighting some Swedish kid (doubtful, but I am not trying to ruin my time here). I guess it is normal for young kids to try and start trouble late at night around here according to some of our teammates (bout the same at home, but not as young in the city)---funny stuff.

Earlier in the week we met a couple of girls at Interpool (a nice bar/club with several billiards tables---funny because most billiard areas in the U.S. don’t have the clean, club-like atmosphere like they do here—like Sugar bar in Columbus with 15 pool tables—didn’t look right). They filled us in more about Gavle and Sweden in general—they both had the European, Swedish look—one was blond, blue-eyed etc… high style---very nice people. They said when we get a chance to go down to Stockholm to contact them for some info. on where to go.

We also attended the annual “beginning of Spring” town bonfire (an understatement). Many cities in Sweden celebrate this time (last day of April) of the year and also later in the summer during the “midsummer” or endless daylight portion. It becomes light again at around 4am already! We have to have curtains or we would never get any sleep. I have awoken a couple times thinking I had overslept because the sun is so bright so early! Back to the bonfire—Erik, one of our teammates (great guy—he and Morgan have been helping us out with a lot since they live close—owe them a ton!), came over and we walked to the bus stop to head into town for the event. The bus was packed—just as if it were the fourth of July in the U.S. and we were heading to Red, White, and Boom in downtown Columbus. Again we get a few stares for our English talk (not bad, but just curious). We arrived at the edge of a park and drank a few beers heading into the action. I looked over to see in a small river area, an unbelievable pile of wooden pallets and woodland brush. It was the size of a small ship! I guess the university fraternity Erik used to belong to lights it every year as tradition. They are recognized for their baggy, red overalls. As we stood in the massive crowd of hundreds of people, they began to light the edges of the vessel-like structure. Within minutes, there was a fire about 80-90 ft. high and about 70 ft. long over the river. You could not stand any closer than about 50 ft. without frying your face. There were no visible fire trucks on the scene (I asked Erik if there had ever been any accidents--- he said he hadn’t ever remembered hearing the fire ever get out of control). We kept thinking that if this were in America, there would be 10 fire trucks, police surrounding the area and ambulances scattered across the border! (speaking of ambulances—every time I hear one around here, I feel as if I am playing a role in a Jason Bourne movie) There was no fence or anyone guarding the fire---Someone could easily throw someone in or walk straight into the fire if they wanted. After the fire calmed, we could see an orange tint in the distance over all of the treetops from other massive fires burning in nearby cities and towns---very cool sight. They had a Swedish coir singing over the loud speaker—just the sound of a foreign language being heard over a loud speaker made me think I was in an old World War II movie. We ended up hearing some other well-spoken English as the crowd died down, and chatted up some people from near Vancouver in Canada. Turns out they are in a foreign exchange program and could help us out with things and parties and meeting people. They also live in the campus living area we do named, Satra; we got their numbers and plan to meet up with them this week.

I have topped my last post in writing this amount, but I feel like I would be cheating those of you who read by not going through everything. I will try better to some important things next time, but probably not! My workouts at the gym have been going well. The trainers are all great people and a few of them know about Crossfit. I have even had some time to show and run a couple players through the exercises (Erek and Morgan). I would like to train them all summer because I love the benefits of the philosophy. Although I am sad to say that I will not be able to complete at the regional qualifier in Halmstad due to baseball priorities. I thought I would get the chance, but I am here for baseball first and the manager that has taken care of me and given me this opportunity would like me to be with the team. I understand and will not be selfish in missing a game. There is always next year. It would have been cool to compete in Europe, and if it rains, maybe I will get another chance. I just feel bad for the people who donated some money—I will make sure they get it in return.

Life is still stylish—my Converse Chucks are apparently a huge hit our here---everyone from young to old, male and female has a pair. They are expensive out here though—a normal pair in the U.S. is usually around $45—here they are $100 if converted! Every pair of pants is tight around the ankle—maybe to prevent pants from getting stuck in the chain gears, but more likely a fashion statement—funny how in America we like to cover most of our shoes whereas here they want to show their entire show or boot, high or low tops. My uncle (well cousin, but we call him uncle) Eric would love the outdoor gear here. He works with Swiss Wenger. Morgan has a particular brand he usually buys for jackets, gloves, tents etc… named, Lundhags---perfect quality. Other than that, we got our speakers hooked up that were provided—always a bonus for music. Figured out the laundry schedule—must book it in advance on a computer so we are the only ones using the washers and dryers during that time—convenient so things are stolen or mixed, but not so much if we miss our time frame because we would get locked out the second the clock changes over our time. Some of the dryers are unlike anything I have seen—they are like mini closets that contain bars for hanging clothing. Kind of Like a sauna, the closets blast warm air until they are dry---instead of tumbling, they are hang dried.

Well, my legs are getting stronger each day I ride my bike to the field and into town, Erek and I made the local paper in an article about the team, I am eating more chocolate than I ever have because it is so damn good, and it feels like I have already been here a month—life is good. We also need to learn the trash system—we have colossal pile sitting in the kitchen, and technically, we are supposed to separate certain items into several different compartments because they are very economical and try to re-cycle as much as possible. I guess there are inspectors as well that check and make sure people are emptying their garbage into the right areas. Also, the grocery store is another adventure. There is a choice to buy a thick plastic bag for groceries or to use many small, thin garbage bags for free at the store. I did not know this at first, so I had stuffed about 7 small garbage bags with groceries--haha--now I realize they do this so people will by a bag (equivalent to only a little U.S. change) so they can re-use it every time and save plastic (more economical sense!) I still feel as if I have not said everything I originally wanted, but I think this will do until the next post. Oh yeah and every dog sign has a silhouette in the shape of a miniature snouser (funny how that is the default dog breed). Every person, except a select few, has small Chihuahuas or snousers or small dogs in general. Okay, I promise, now I’m done. I’ll try and post more frequently in shorter amounts. Until next time, Hej Da (the “a” needs a character above it, but I don’t feel like figuring it out)—means goodbye!