Since I got here in Finland, every thing has been more craptastic than the last. First, I missed the team bus and had to travel by whale. Second, Shamu the Whale swallowed me and kept me in his stomach for 3 days. Third, when he spit me out and I drifted onto shore, one of the Finns yelled, "Finns, ya have one?" Anyway, when I got back to the hotel, all the players were drinking vodka to keep warm. Me being a minor, the only thing I could drink was everyone's puke.
The next day at practice, I had to work with the worst player on the team, according to the cabal rulebook. If that wasn't bad enough, we also had to eat lemonsicles every time he missed a shot. Something about those lemonsickles didn't taste right. During practice, magiker gave the team his usual rant, with cattle prod in hand.
magiker: ZERO OFFENSIVE REBOUNDS? Michele Bello did better that, even after I busted a cap in his sorry ass. I want you bigs on all of those balls. Huston, if you're going to foul someone, you might as well injure them. Give 'em a chop block or beat them with a Polish sausage.
Me: Sir, you know this isn't football.
magiker: Yo momma. If you can't shut down CR, then I'll have to get the cabal to bust caps in all your asses! Understand?!?
Team: Yes, O great one!
As practice resumed, magiker proceeded to get the team in a drill where everyone had to shuffle their feet to avoid the cattle prod.
magiker: If anyone asks how you got your burns, tell them you were in the sauna.
Me: But -20 degrees Celsius is freezing.
magiker: Shut up before I make you ride back to America on Seabert the Seal.
Make sure to join us on Monday, at 12:30 ET as the U21 plays against the Czech Republic
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