FRIDAY
I got up at 4 AM since I had to fly out at 6:20. Took an UBER to the airport, which was really nice. A bit expensive but took a third of the time. Got to hotel in Frankfurt right next to the main train station (German: hauptbahnhof) with no problem at all. I was happy that they let me check in super early and I think they even upgraded my room because of this (free mini bar!). Sent my roommate for the weekend Angelo “Sexy Beast” Rendon a text that I had checked in and he wrote back that he would come a bit later and I should just take a nap since he had been partying all night. I read for a bit and took a good long nap. Angelo came and crashed immidiately. I went out and got a cup of coffee and some baked goods. Went to the lobby and ran into Matthias “Lino” Schmidt and we went out to get breakfast (German: frühstück) for the second time at some thai place. Back to the hotel, pick up Angelo, go eat breakfast for the third time at the same thai place.

The view from our room
Only getting lost a couple of times we got to the main event site. A big gym on the outskirts of Frankfurt. Outside there was people shredding and inside there was singles net going on. It started raining and the circles moved inside. I got in my gear and played with and Christopher Landorfer. Chris is a total legend because of this: Then a couple of hours of watching shred & net and saying hello to as many as possible. Santeri was nice enough to bring me my favorite Finnish booze Jaloviiina (which I have mentioned in here many times before). So props to him for that. Afterwards David from Berlin, Angelo, Matthias and I went out to eat some excellent moroccan food. Back to the hotel to empty the mini bar and get dressed for the players party that night.

Silbergold
The official party that night was at a club called “Nachtleben” (English: nightlife). Some of the Frankfurt net players played a concert with their ska band and afterwards another ska band performed. Ska is fun but it get’s quite repetitive, so I was happy that when the second band ended their show that I could convince Angelo and Matthias to go to “Silbergold” - the club they went to the night before. Here we danced till the wee hours of the morning to good old fashioned German techno (much more my shit).
New German word of the day: Schadenfreude = Malicious joy / Finding pleasure in other people's misfortune or pain
SATURDAY

Tim Heun
Went to the bakery (German: bäckerei) from the first day to get breakfast with Jan from Hamburg, Angelo and Matthias and then we took the train to the event site. At the event site we met one of my favorite footbag people Tim Heun (who lives in Freiburg but is from Berlin as well) and then went to the freestyle gym. We had missed the first group of routines and then second one started right when we got there. After that I judged all rounds of Circle and then we went outside to hang in the sun and kick.
Final event of the day was the final round of Routines. I judged, Vasek won, the rest was really close.

Ready for Sauna and Pool
Back to the hotel, empty the mini bar with Matthias and Angelo and then head to the top floor for some pool and sauna. I hit the following combo: Pool > Sauna > Steam Room > Pool > Sauna > Steam Room > Pool. This was so great for my tired footbag legs and the view was amazing.
After that we went to a Chinese place around the corner to eat dinner. When we got there some sort of party for a Chinese family was going on. We quickly spotted that the waiters were participating and looked pretty drunk. When the waiter finally got to our table, Matthias asked him “What is going on here?”(German: Was geht ab?) and the waiter put his elbows on our table, his hands over his face and he said “No idea!”(German: Keine ahnung!). It was quite hilarious. The food was great though. After food we headed to Philipp Schäfer Aka Phipsen’s house for a garden party.

Funny poster on the way to Phipsen’s house
The house os located in a big community garden with many small houses and gardens. The space was pretty awesome. The house had a small art studio, bonfire site (German: lagerfeuer) and loud music playing all over. Tim and Phipsen made a watermelon with vodka and we all had a blast.
At some point Matthias, Tim, David and I decided to head to legendary techno club “Rubber Johnsen”, so we jumped into a cab. The club is located in a big house with a balcony going all the way around, on the other side of the house there is another club. We mistakenly went to the other club, realised our mistake and went back to the entrance of “Rubber Johnsen”. The girl in the door told us we couldn’t get in, because she thought that they had told us at the other club we couldn’t get in. We took a few step backs and had a minute of panic. What the hell were we gonna do. David went up to the lady and used his big brown eyes and berlin cham and convinced her to let us in. Awesome.
We partied for a bit, but I was pretty beat and took a cab home to the hotel before the others. Hoping to feel okay for competition. Boy, was I wrong.
New (Double) German word of the day: Heimweh / Fernweh = Homesickness / Wanderlust
SUNDAY
For breakfast me and Angelo had an Irish breakfast, which was basically a British breakfast but from an Irish restuarant. We both considered getting a Guiness but I wanted to be semi-ready for competition. I thought taking it easier on saturday and not playing would make me feel fine for Sunday. But I did not take into account the lack of sleep, the accumulation of alcohol and the walking and dancing.
I got to the event site right when competition was about to start and I barely got any warm up. In Request I failed on Ducking Clipper > Flying Clipper which I should be able to hit anytime anyday. I then proceeded to hit the six next rounds within the three attempts. Goddammit.
Next up was Sick3. I had planned to do Terrage > Quantum Butterfly > Far Symp Whip as my safety and either Pixie Quantum Legover > Phoenix > Reverse Mullet or Pixie Quantum Legover > Phoenix > Swifter. I did not hit anything at all, so I just ended doing ATW > Legover > Clipper. Goddammit.
Afterwards we were hanging out in the sun and Dexter gave a small update on the new Quantum shoe. Here is the most interesting things he said:
o There will be a couple of different versions of the shoe for testing at Worlds
o They don’t want to do a rip off of the Laver. They want to do something better.
o They are very focused on making the sole light, but also make it much more durable.
o The version they have right now is 5 gram lighter than the latest Quantum
o He expect it to be released in 6-12 months.

Your girlfriend’s favorite footbaggers
Photo by Jan Drexler
We moved to the main gym. Vasek scratched from circle finals, since he had been partying till 9 in the morning. I filmed the showdown. People played well. We watched a bit of the net semi finals, then headed back to hotel, got some dinner and headed over to another hotel for the final party. Things were pretty chill and people were constantly saying goodbye and going home. Last time I was in Finland I was pretty bummed that I bought 3 shots of Fernet Branca for 21 euros. Angelo beat my record with exactly double. He bought three shots of Tequila for 42 euros. That’s nearly 50 dollars.

Reminded me of this series with 2Chainz.
New german word of the day: Fusspils = Foot pilsner / A beer you drinking while walking (Fusspilz is athlete's foot)
MONDAY
Me and Angelo slept well and checked out with no hassle whatsoever. We headed over to a park. Talked shit and kicked.

I accidently kicked one of his bags into the lake next to the park.
We came up with the concept of a footbag bar, like the pingpong bars that is pretty popular. Beanbag chairs(German: Sitzsack) like 32panels and crotched bags. And the possibility to kick out in the beer garden or inside, mini net games, 4square, etc. I think the best name we came up wtih was Hacké Café. I think this could actually work.
Mathias came and we all just chilled in the sun. Then I left for the train station and nearly shit my pants on the way. The flight home was other than that a breeze.

I end this with a great quote I read from Hemmingway in Frankfurt:
“Ah, madame, you will find no man who is a man who will not bear some marks of past misfortune. Either he has been hit here, or broken this or contracted that, but a man throws off many things and I know a champion at golf who never putted so well as with the gonorrhea.” - Ernest Hemmingway (Death in the Afternoon)






