polish mania

the saga continues.... we played last night against dickinson university from pennsylvania, the americans are dirrty (i think my nose is broken and i couldn't eat an apple because my jaw is sore from the 4 or 5 elbows i took) i played pretty good, cut down my turnovers, had 17 again woulda had more but he was playing equal minutes to everyone, mighta had a triple double but these dudes can't catch the ball in traffic. we still had no point guard and we got burned again from no set plays and no court vision. long story short we lead all game then trail by two, i get fouled, hit both free throws(expect anything else but?) they get fouled hit two, last 10 secs i dish to a dude under hoop he gets raped, missed both free throws, i tip the ball out on the miss, our "point guard" doesn't see me underneath WIDE open for 3 seconds, swings to polish dude, missed 3, game over. normally we kill this team but had no size and all the young midgets were playing. After the game we go out with the polish contingent: the translater, the dude on my team(bartek, i call him B which i later find out means bisexual in polish hahah) and these two polish girls. we go to this pub called "red and white" refering to the colors on the polish flag, straight underworld place, theres a shady looking dude standing by the door, inside its dim with the pollack music in the background, flags and pictures of poland everywhere, one of the servers was missing a tooth. it was awesome. they take me through the sampling of polish beers(not too bad but strong beers 6-8%) through a series of broken conversations and translations i learn that there is dissention in the ranks and that the translater (who is over at the house all the time) has been jacking stuff from the house: posters dishes cleaning supplies ect... bartek hates him and so do the girls, apparently he gave one a kitten and then a week later said he wanted to trade cats, then he took it back when she refused. this is the same dude who "collects" beer cans and empty cigarette packs lol. He always asks me for pictures of my friends, postcards, books, razors, he's a straight pack rat. He tried to move into the house last night. we almost beat his ass. he then said he hoped we slept safely! we then went to this disco and once again people lost their mind to the techno. Might not seem like a big deal to ya'll but i found my first slurpee yesterday, believe me i had been looking hard! as far as slurpees go ...not so good, but still a slurpee. the house we are staying in is for the americans and the imports...apparently its a massive party house but its pretty much jj's old crack house for those who knew.