Slovenian Basketball... ehhh I'd go again for the half-time show

This evening the three of us (three musketeers or maybe the three amigos) attended a professional basketball game. After watching the competition I find it call it professional basketball, but it is what it is. The game was between Union(local beer) Olimpija vs. Radnicki, but before we made it to the game we went on a bit of a journey to make it. In Slovenia you purchase event tickets at your local petrol(gas) station. So we picked up our tickets for a professional sporting event for the one time cost of 3 Euros a pop. I picked up the tickets with the idea that the basketball game would take place at this new stadium complex within walking distance from our housing. Thinking this we made our for a 20 minute walk in the rain. When we arrived at the arena we were surprised by the lack of cars and or people in the vicinity. Walking around the stadium we see few lights on. A deep gut wrenching feeling begins to grow my stomach "oh shit this is the wrong stadium". We wondered around a bit longer until we found a security guard. The Slovenian only speaking man must have got quite a laugh looking at the three of us completely drenched without a clue of where we needed to be. Our savior the security guard explained to us (in Slovene) how to get to the stadium. Once he finished he noticed the look of total confusion in our eyes and told us to wait. He returned with a lady who was none to sure of her English, but managed to explain the process of making it to the correct stadium (27 bus till it takes a right then the 7 bus for 4 stops in case your ever in the same situation). We thanked the two profusely and made our way back into the now down-pouring rain. The transfer to the other stadium was filled with the thought of how ridiculously dumb it was of me not to double check which stadium to go to. Ah a rookie mistake if I've ever seen one. It wouldn't have been all that bad except for the rain and the fact that I had taken the other two on a wild goose chase, but we made it to the stadium before half time and as Megan said "the game doesn't get good until the second half". We were wrong about the game getting good, but halftime is what made it all worth it. Almost as soon as we sit down a group of what seems to be teenagers begin setting up trampolines and pads under the basket. I have a video for what ensued.

These guys were dunkin fools one even dunking while another was doing a handstand on the rim. Quite an enjoyable half time show, definitely better then the crap the twolves have. The second half proved to be a blow out as home team Union demolished the away team 92-65. Ben if you don't and anything to do with yourself might I suggest moving to Slovenia or another former Yugo country and make an attempt at pro ball apparently there just aren't that many Vlade Divac's around. All in all can't complain about the game and gets me pretty excited for the Handball game I'm planning on attending this weekend. Its all good though, I know which stadium that game is being held.
A few pictures of the game


Handstand and a dunk


Tonights refs brought to you by Kia, Union(beer) and Goodyear. Who need a blimp when you have refs.


Home team in white, away team in red. Damn that red team was awful


Besides the game the week as been pretty time thus far, I taught a short 5th grade lesson today on liter and waste that went quite well. Tomorrow I'll be teaching 6th grade history about the Minoans and Friday I'll teach the 7th graders about the Feudal System and the 8th grade on the Geography of Spain. Monthly conferences tomorrow evening which will tone down and real fun for St. Patty's day, but oh well I'll just make up for it over the weekend.

Laterade foolios

Hickel