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Well Alvik-game went down the drain. I walked out on the team in the middle of the third quarter. Guys were talking about being late to parties, goofing on the bench during crutial time-out. That is not a winning attitude in my book, and while the game was very much on, I realized that my way was not the one they opted to take that day.

You can lead a horse to the pool of water, but if the lame is too limp, let him have a last mouthfull, before you put him out of his missery. We as a team lost that game, I as a coach didn’t though, my guys didn’t come ready to play, I walked out on them, and by doing so got me a handfull of lessons to take home. I won by choosing to learn.

Today we played Borlänge, for five minutes. Once the deal was sealed, we started practicing. Rest of the game was just things we did in practice and tryied to convert game-time. Such a long way to go, and we are mid-season. Some are buying into it, some choose to fake it. Collectivly, we won some by learning some. And I am not talking about the final score.

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So what now?

Yeah, ants-in-the-pants restless kind of guy that I am, I started coaching basketball recently. Club I was involved with needed more coaching staff, and I felt I could contribute so the you have it.

So now I am a coach, ploughing through game tapes, pulling out stats, conditioning the team and being a basketball philosopher. Wierd twist.

Whitewater kayaking you say? Nah, its very much not part of the history, its still my favorite, it just has to share little time I do have with basketball.

So game-time this Saturday, playing in Köping, away for most, but home to me as I work in the little industrial town. Pre-game game viewing till also take in the eminent conference room at my office, cool. We do have great cup of Java.

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Got back from London a few days back and that was a neat little trip. We flew from Västerås to Stansted, roughly two hours flight, and with Ryanair, you know they will hustle to get you there on time. And they did, to and back from London. However, I do hate the hustle amongst the selling and what not that goes on the flights. I do think that I hate travellers like my self more though, knowing what we get our selves in to and still have guts to bitch and moan about it.
London was swell enough that I can vision my slef going back there soon, perhaps after the Olympics, hardly before that as it will be jam packed and sold out.

Will try and post a few pics from that trip.

On the sad note, winter is here. Second they in a row that I had to scrape the windshield, brrrr.

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