Alex and Josh finally wake, and we head down to breakfast. I try and sneak in, and am amazed how rigorously they check for deadbeats like myself. I end up coughing up 6.5 Euros for breakfast, but I'm just glad they didn't kick up a fuss about me trying to sneak in. I eat with Sebastien, Caro B, Josh and Alex. Seb and Caro have lots of good stories about Poland, alternately funny and terrifying. Its pouring rain as we're eating, which makes me thankful I don't play net. I also figure it will force me to take a day off from shred, which is a good thing this early in the week. As we slide our trays into the clean-up rack, the clouds part and the sun bursts through. Off to the net site I go.
I find myself the only freestyler at the net site, so I'm a bit surprised when a tall blonde guy approaches me and asks if I'm Ken. Not Tu, not Tuan, but Ken.
Figures. Oh well, maybe someday somebody will recognize me and give me props on my shredding ability. And she will be hot. And give me money to shred. And while I'm fantasizing, let's also say she likes playing MvC2 as well.
I spend the morning watching Alex and Josh's singles net matches. My plan is to give them an unfair competitive advantage by being the ball boy on their side. In net, its quite common for the bag to be booted way off the court, and roll quite far. From personal experience I know it can take a toll on you, running to fetch balls all the time. So I hoped to help Josh and Alex (both who are quite young) by fielding balls for them, so they would have more energy for the match.
After watching net all morning, freestylers start to lazily trickle in, and circles start popping up. As I gear up to step in a circle, Sergey Pikalov comes up to me and says he heard on the street that I needed a place to stay. Why, yes. Bam, an invite from Team Russia to stay at their apartment. This means no more sneaking about, plus my own bed! Score! I give profuse thanks, then hop in a circle.
It seems like not many "big names" are playing this early in the week, but the European intermediates are definitely throwing down well. Self-serving isn't much of a problem, which is a nice surprise. I notice that lots more people are using swirls this year, which is a nice trend. I'm happy with how I play all day. I get the most props for frantic eclipse, even though its real easy. I also hit stepping WHAT?! in a circle which leads to a lot of confusion. No, I did not just hit bedwetter.
Its only day 2 of worlds, but already I've played with a bunch of people that were on my shred hitlist. Tuukka, Felix, Jorden, Toni P... as well as a bunch of really good people I just met, like Riku Ahola and Szymon Kawaks from Poland. Felix hit surging in gyro mirage, which blew me away. Apparently he also hit spinning scorpions tail, 3 feet away from me, but I was asking somebody on the sidelines for a drink of water, and so I just heard the uproar from the crowd. I swear, its like a mutant ability I have, missing the big moments even when they are near me. I tried to reproduce the magic by hitting ewalk to blurry torque to open a run, and heard the crowd yawn in approval. I don't think its that I'm bad... I just think peoples expectations are too high when my turn follows Jorden, and precedes Felix.
Freestyle was definitely fun, but the second I started to feel real tired, I knew I should stop. Amazingly, I did!
Whatever, it happens. I still haven't played freestyle with Mosher, but somehow I drag him onto the net courts. Josh B teaches us some basics, then we get Ben Kellman to round out 4. We play a game where its me and Ben vs. Josh and Mosher, and we even have a couple rallies where we almost resemble actual net players (sans the cigarettes)! Ben and I "lose", but in an intermediate pick up game, there are no losers really. There's just one side that happens to have scored fewer points. I often find myself a member of that team. I like to call that team, "the losers."
That first game made it quite clear that Ben and Josh were the best net players, so when deciding teams for the rematch, I said: "I think its pretty obvious what teams we should make." Looking at Mosher: "shall we?" Incredibly, the team of me and Mosher works pretty well. I feed real well of Mosher's energy. There's even a point where it looks like we might upset! But Josh and Ben rally (or quit fucking around) and again I find myself on the-side-that-sco... the losers.
I watch some freestyle circles, then hop in a game of foursquare. Why not? I've played every other variant of footbag all day (golf wasnt offered). I win a game, but there was no Sebastien, Kolo or Goldberg, so I don't beat my chest or anything.
At some point Jere Vainikka talks to me a bit more about a documentary thats being made about Worlds. He raised the topic briefly the night before, but now he gave me some more details. Apparently, some documentary company wanted to make a 20 minute documentary about Worlds for TV, and so they chose 6 players from around the World for it. When they asked if I wanted to do it, I suggested they use Takumi instead, since he's actually Japanese, and he's young. They insisted on me though, probably because of my English ability, and maybe because I've been in the sport so long. In any case, we set the date for the shoot for tomorrow, which suits me because it'll force me to take the day off from serious shredding. We say 11am, which sounds late in the day, but I didn't count on drinking vodka with Team Russia that night!
