A couple of years ago, back in Germany, I was dating a professional basketball player. Nice guy. Sexy as heck.
Worst job ever. Why?
So there's practice. Twice a day during the week. Games on weekends. Home is alright. Away - yay. Not. Autobahn.
Mc Donald's. Cheering.
Then a day off - maybe a Sunday (yay!), or a Monday (oh. Gotta work my 9-5. Sorry hun.). In between this, there was mostly relaxing. Tired. Recovery. Couch. TV. Sweatpants. He plays for the national team as well? Congrats, there are extra schedules on top of all this.
And sure there are those weird little events here and there, like promotions at hardware stores and stuff like that.
To sum it up: It was fun, but then again, it was nothing you are wishing for in a relationship. I know, I know, there are couples who make it happen. We didn't. And I am kind of glad.
It sure was fun while it last. There was a pretty huge amount of nightlife involved as well. Especially after wins. We even traveled to a club in Belgium on Sundays. It was kind of THE place to be for everyone involved in the basketball circus.
You might know one of the guys that were part of my life back then: Chris Copeland. After he left Germany, he played for the New York Knicks, Indiana Pacers, and then for the Milwaukee Bucks.
I followed his career after he left Germany (and I left Germany), was shocked about the news of the stabbing 2 years ago, and prayed for him... Throughout the years I was and I am super proud of Cope!
Why am I telling you all this... Well...
There was a blast from the past on Facebook today. One of my friends (who still plays ball in Germany) shared this video of his former teammate, Chris Copeland. He was playing for my ex's team, so we were partying together every once in a while, and he worked out at the gym I worked at part time. He was super young back then, shy, humble... but you could already tell: he's going to make it.