The Madness That is March

That's right, March Madness is underway, however, this year it seems to be alittle different. Perhaps it's the 5 Euros I tossed into the betting pool, or perhaps I just have nothing to fill my life with these days. Either way, I've found myself more invested in the NCAA tournament this year.
I'll spare you the details as my picks lack a certain fatidic prowess. Safe to say, it's 5 Euros that will never be spent on a delicious schnitzel. Be that as it may, much of my team has enjoyed boasting or being shocked at the goings-on during this wonderful time of year. Being a part of this, with my team, has made me realize how much I appreciate devices that transcend cultural barriers; in this case our love of basketball brings us closer together. Everyone picks their favorites, and traditional taunting ensues upon hearing of the outcomes.

Now, onto Devil's basketball, we currently sit in 1st place at 17-2. With 5 games left in the season, we are again hitting our stride, winning close games on the road, and taking care of business at home. This probably goes without saying, but its a fantastic time to be a part of this organization.

[Thanking our amazing Devil's fans]

Today, Dikkah scooped up Hun and I, and we made the trek across town to cheer on our beloved women's team, no...not the crabbettes (youth cheer team), although while cheer-worthy. I am talking about the Lady Devils, whom battled valiantly against a women's team from Frankfurt(oder). They battled back from a 15 point decifit to lose a nail bitter, by about 5 or so. It was interesting to be in the cheering section rather than on the court. I even picked up a noise maker, and found myself standing to shout in what was sure to be broken-German.

[Lady Devils getting a pep talk from Rocco]

After our battle last weekend in Berlin, in which we prevailed against Future in Overtime, Dikkah, some of his friends and I, decided to go out enjoy a night in Berlin. We began in Cottbus, and after enjoying a few adult beverages, took our show on the road. The club lamentably was a "House" club, meaning that in-lieu of Top 40 sing along music, we were blasted with a hardcore techno, of sorts...that was sure to be felt somewhere up in Troposphere. However, a few more adult beverages later, and I was no longer the American against the wall with his fingers in his ears, instead I was the American in the middle dance floor beatin' the beat up (thank you in advance to all Jersey Shore fans, for cheering at my reference). Needless to say I had a great time, and capped the night off with two...that's right, two, 7 am Döner's compliments of our splendid chef's at Efes.

[My German buddies and I, moments before said beat was beatin' up]

As an interesting aside, I have successfully rid my room of the phantom smell that was residing somewhere between the closet and my MEGAdesk. Who knew if threw your bag down haphazardly it could cover a banana you had neatly placed there?