Monday, March 31, 2008
Bois-Guillaume Club goes undefeated in first weekend.
Hello friends and family! I am typing from my new apartment in Mt. Saint Agnion, it is a little town just a little further out of Rouen. I gotta tell you guys it is good to have free phone and internet. I live about 2 blocks away from Chris, The American, also....Let's just call him Chris. I live next to a forest part that has trails up a huge forrested hill, and right next to a bus stop. I live with an older women who has a 23 year old son going to school in Paris and that is where my rent money is going. I also live with Bibette 2. This Bibette talks to me and is a 20 year old law student in town. All of us try and communicate to each other. It is quite a scene. One in French, the other in Enlench, and the other in Spanglish. Sounds like a sitcom. Critter, I still laugh at your comment,oddly enough, that movie is really accurate with the shit that goes on here, Melissa, I am glad that you are still reading, Joey, I am still only your Uncle, Mom and Dad, get familiar with electronics for fucks sake, still love you though.
Let me begin with Saturday. The Bois-Guillaume Softball team has their first match against Caen. So I woke up early, got a run in, and had my usual eggs and ham breakfast. Jean-Luc picked me up in an extended van with the other players in the car and we were heading north. You wouldn't believe me if I told you...it wasn't raining. The sun was even out. Everyone was so so excited because this would be the first time that we would do anything outside. I just hope that our practices would be enough prep for our game.
Softball in France is Co-ed for the most part due to lack of players. So Romain, the Spanish speaker, and Arther, Jean-Luc's son, played with the girls. So we got to Caen and started our warm-up. I run them through the same drills that I did when I was at Drury and it is nice to still have that connection with a team. Then the game started. I am going to just say that they killed the other team. The final score was like 24-7. A lot of hits and errors. Just a messy game but a win none the less. We celebrated by going to McDonalds. I can say that I have had a Royal with Cheese now.
Our games vs Dunkirk the next day were supposed to me postponed but the teams decided to meet at another site, Campeign, to play our games. Campeign was playing away so we had use of their field. Campeign is about 2 hours north of Bois-Guillaume and is a hell of a lot better than going all the way to the most northern end of France to Dunkirk to play them.
We got to Campeign and there was just a light drizzle. A lot better than the continuous rain that we have been getting. So we started taking batting practice on the field. Everyone was so pumped to be outside and we were just running all over the place. Laughing, yelling, and hitting. During my bp, I was just smacking the hell out of the ball. We were ready to play.
The other team looked really young. There were probably some 15 yr olds mixed in with the team. Our team has quite a range of players. Arther, the youngest at 15, and Bernie, the oldest at 40. Marc was going to be the starting pitcher. I played
3rd base this game.
The first two innings were pretty slow. No score. I drew two walks in my first two at bats. There were no hits on either side for awhile. Then we errupted. We scored 5 runs on 2 hits and 3 errors by the other team. Bernie had a clutch 2 RBI hit to conclude the inning. We never looked back after that. In my 3rd at bat, I had a line drive shot that almost found the throat of the 2nd baseman. It was a good game. We run ruled the other team 10-0.
So the rain was really starting to come down with no signs of letting up. In the States, this would easily be considered a rainout but both teams were getting ready to play a 2nd game.
Unbelievable.
There were small lakes forming all over the field but everyone was getting warmed up to play. I slowly walked out of the dugout after a yogurt filled lunch and didn't feel like moving. There was no way we could play...but we did. So we starting the bottom of the first in torrential downpour. We scored 3 runs off of a couple of errors and another RBI hit by yours truly. Yeah, no big deal...I rule. BUT the game was quickly called after the opposing pitcher was bitching about the mound...I would have to if I were him because this game was looking out to be another blowout. So both coaches met with the umpires and they said it was a rainout. So our runs and hits meant nothing and we would make up the game at another date. This was alright with me because I was cold as shit and wanted to get somewhere warm. So we got showered, had victory beers, and headed for the French Cuisine that Americans refer to as McDonald's.
This is where some the guys decided to fuck with me.
I had decided that I was going to order for myself and not let Romain do the talking for me. So I was talking with Olivear, a really good guy, because I know he would tell me the correct thing to say to the clerk. I have to tell you the guys get a kick out of telling me to say dirty things in French. It is expected but I really didn't want to say anything vulgar to this McD's worker.
So I had my sentence all lined up. But at the last moment, Romain asked me what I was going to say and I repeated it to him. He said what Olivear had told me to say was inaccurate and that I needed to say something else. So I memorized another French sentence to say to the worker and was nervous enough as it was. Well it turns out that Romain told me something completely vulgar and inappropriate.
I asked the lady, english translation, "Will you go out with me and do you want my white sauce."
I got a quick. "Excuse mwa?!"
The whole team errupted with laughter including Jean-Luc. GODDAMN YOU ROMAIN.
It was funny though. So I got my Le Big Mac and quickly headed to where our team was sitting and was greeted by laughter.
I am so happy where I am now in my new apt. and I am glad that I was able to talk to you guys the other night. I walked around all day today getting my bearings on the new neighborhood. The park is beautiful and there is a fresh bakery real close. Love you guys and talk to you soon. Au revior.
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16 comments:
First!! - Ian you are slacking - now I have to read the blog and no there is no rule that you have to read the blog then comment -
Good story - now that you have access to the Internet I expect to have a daily blog posted - somewhat like a diary - but only the highlights with pictures sprinkled in - A
ha, I will try. Love ya al.
This is bullshit Alex. I was reading the blog and you post. I see how it is. Sounds like you had a good weekend. Royale with cheese. The question still remains "what do they call a whopper?" Joey has been going on and on about talking to tony, and how he is going to go swimming in the water. I don't know if you got it last night, but my skype window was inset into my desktop, which is of Cinque terre, so it looked like tony was in the water. "You come home now"--how cute. Hey--today is ascention day in Rouen--so they are pardoning a murder, you should go see this, it is rare that the church still has this power. Well, since it is about 5:30 there, it is probably over.--like alex--I expect more postings, more picutres, more Babette 2.--please your public; we can be fickle.-------love--
Leave it to Ian to post information about Rouen he got while reading "1001 facts about France Toilet Reader" - what fact was that Ian - #4 or was it #10? -A
Glad you like the new apt. Since you're sharing the apt. with others, Mom will be mailed a majic marker so you can write your name on your stuff, you know, like in Ohio with the Delaware Cows.
Sounds like you had fun at the game with Dunkirk.
Good post - keep them coming.
Love, Dad.
A--
I will have you know that I get my info from the authoritative source of Wikiapedia. If I can find the facts I want, I just add it in.---Ian
Just to clarify something,when you gave me your address over the phone, you mentioned the town was called Deville-Les-Rouen, but your blog says you moved to St. Saint Agnion - Should I add Mt. Saint Agnion at the end?
Will team be eating at any other place but McDonald's? I hope so. Even horse steak sounds better!
Sorry sorry everybody--ascention day is May 1 not April 1. I just hope tony didn't jump on a bus, looking for freed murderers.
Tonaaay. Sounds like you're really whipping the frogs into shape.
I'm a little confused about what exactly you do. You play baseball, you coach kids, you play softball?, and you some type of sadistic trainer too? And why are you eating at McDonalds so much. i was expecting to hear about 9 course (each with a paired wine)french meals that take six hours to complete. I mean you are in the country that literally created modern day cuisine. I would like to put my vote in for a photo of the people you live with (really just bibette 2) maybe a candid voyeur style. You might look for some good hiding spots. HAve fun, crit
Never one to complain - BUT - in my Jerry Seinfeld voice, "what is the deal with these pictures? Some are out of focus, some are in focus, some are taken from Germany while other you can count nose hairs - what is the deal with the camera? - Let's lay down some ground rules - any picture of you is approved as is any picture of you and Chris the American's family as well as any of you and your friends or players - BUT - if you are not in the photo - you have to tell us who we are seeing - Any "Ansel Adams" pics must be in focus and close enough to see it but far enough away to take it all in - Anyone else want to add any rules on pics - hotties are always allowed focus or not in focus - knowing the girls you pick it would probably be better if they were out of focus -
Hey Phyl - since I can't somehow reach you via the Internet - have you finished any of those books I sent you? Any good ones? -
Love you Tony and keep us entertained - Love Alex
Pic regulations noted....fucker.
I don't mind a few "artsy" photos, but just because your in france doesn't mean all your photos should be moody. It so dark and rainy there. Next picutre we see is going to be a black and white of some old guy, smoking, stepping on a kitten.----see what I mean about a fickle public.---
and mom and critter have a point--go somewhere french to eat. And I don't mean "Rouge Lobster" or "Le jardin de olive".
how can you get free phone calls?and i like the pic that is in black and white of looking down the street.
you better be leaving the 16 year old alone ton!!! :)
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