A fortnight

we were wondering what a 'fortnight' was in German so we looked it up in Leo

fortnight = vierzehn Tage = fourteen days
= zwei Wochen = two weeks

I guess the Germans don't have much use for the term - but I think its a very useful term that we will have to find a way of introducing...

Night out with the Girls

So the next night (after Brett's story below) I went out shopping with a couple of girls (M & T) from work. One needed supplies for a six month trip to Africa and the other for a few week trip to Africa.

Because one of the girls had to work late myself and M went into town to start the shopping expidition and T was going to meet us there. She called us she got into town and we said we would meet at H&M (a crappy department store) in the women's section. After a while T calls to say she is in teh women's section, where are we? We hang up and start searching for her, with no luck. Then we realise that there is actually 2 of these stores in the shoping strip so we decide to run across to the other one. We get there and start searching for her - no luck... I decide to call her but am informed by the computer lady from Tmobile that I only have €0.36 credit left... finally T calle du to say that she thought we must have been at the other store so she had run across there - somehow we had missed each other...

Finally caught up we shopped until the stores closed. The other girls wanted to go get a drink - but I was tired so decided to go home. By this time though I really needed to find a toilet so decided to go at the station as the next train was due in about 10 mins. In Germany you almost always have to pay to go the the toilet, but I hadn't thought about that - until I got into the toilets. This set up was oen where you paid at a little machine on each loo door but they were all open because they were being cleaned. I already had my wallet out but couldn't see the lady so headed into a stall, and hear 'It's 30 cents...' I poke my head back out the door and see that the lady was down the end of the room and say 'i will just go, and then pay after.' I come back out, and start looking through my wallet and realise that i don't have 30cents!!!! Scraping together 1, 2 and 5c pieces i have about 22c. Profusely appologising I give her the money - sure that she thinks I did a dodgy and knew I didn't have the money...

By now I must have 3 minutes left so feeling bad I rush to buy my ticket - at which point I get change from the note i used. Delemma - do I run back and give her more miney, or do I get the train... I check the train board and lucklily the train is delayed so I don't have to choose and run back and give her the extra money. I think i made her night!!!

I wanted to let Brett know that I was on my way home (later than I told him I would be), and I assume I have enough credit to at least send 1 text message "train in 9 mins - no credit" but NO, it won't go through. Looking around I discover that there is a phoen box on the platform, but i have no idea how much a phone box in Germany costs, and have only €1,30. AS i examien the phone I realise that it has an SMS button - and it only costs 30c to send an SMS!! Although not as simple to use as a mobile to text message it worked. It was very slow and i was worried the train would come while I was typing, and I couldn't work out how to delete so all my mistakes had to stay in the message, which then was a bit confusing, but 1 minute later my phone rings and I hear 'how did u send that message?'

While I was talking to Brett on the phone the train before mine pulled in. On these trains the doors autonatically close after 30 secs so the train stays warm. As the doors closed on the train a back pack came flying out of the door onto the platform. As I saw it I assumed that soemoen on the train was just being a dickhead and had thrown a friends bag out, but no one came out of the train to get the bag, then I thought maybe they were throwing it to someone on teh platform, but no one grabbed it. By now quite a few people on the platform were paying very close attention to the bag. Normally on the platforms is a place where you can either get train information or call for security - I started to look for it but there wasn't one on this section of the platform. THen I realised there was a small cafe trolley on the platform so I went over to tell them so they could call security. As I got there someone else was there tellign her about the backpack, which she already knew (you could see the backpack from there) but that she had no phone (which is totally rediculous that they have no way to call security although they are sitting there with cash). I asked where the info/security buttons were and she pointed randomly. I started walking in the direction of the stairs, but as I got there a man came down the stairs with two cops telling them about the back pack... At this point my train pulled in so I walked as far up the platform away from the backpack as i could towards the front of the train and jumped in, thinking 'go, go, go'...

A few minutes later Brett called back to see if I was still alive, at which point my phone gave its sick sounding going very flat sound - so now i was out of credit and had a flat battery....

Brett met me at our train station and after the previuos nights driving experience and the possible back pack bomb I was very gald to see him...

Wishing all of you that I love, and those that you love all the best
B

Exit? What exit? Car? What car?

On Friday night we headed into Frankfurt with one of B's colleagues, to see some hippy movie at some hippy film festival. The film was about people working in Call Centers in India, and how screwed up their perspective on the world becomes...but we can talk about that later.
Before the film started, we snuck into the discussion that was being held at the end of the previous film (Yes! One of THOSE film festivals!). The previous film was about people in China working in sweatshops, and their appauling conditions...more on that later. Anyway, film sounded interesting, so we decided to head back in on Monday night to see it.

So, now it's Monday night, and we are driving into Frankfurt to the cinema. We are banging along the A66, and the navi starts counting down to the exit. I am kinda calm about it, because I think I am in the right lane...which I turn out not to be.
Anyway, exit gets VERY close, and I realise that I am in the wrong lane. Quick look... no car... quick lane change with meters to go... honking... hard braking... harder braking from me... renching at steering wheel... more braking... more honking... back wheels sliding a little... corrective action... made it around the exit. Needless to say, the lady behind me that I cut off wasn't very happy about it... and I was shaking like a leaf.
A bit further down the road I realise that she is still behind me and flashing her headlights at me. So, I pull over and get out. I don't remember the full details of the next 10mins, but it roughly goes that I am a dick, she wants to call the cops, I apologise profusely, she still wants to call the cops, more apologising, more "what did you think you were doing", more "I really am sorry, I don't know what more I can say" etc. We eventually convince her not to call the police, and she drives off. I was so shaken up that we didn't end up going to the movies, rather back home to drink some tea to calm down.
Turns out that in the whole vehicular ballet, I managed to brush the barrier of the exit ramp, but only just so lightly that we had some white paint above the wheel-arch on the driver's side, but I could rub it off with my hand.

Yeah, I know - I am a dick, and I have learned a BIG ARSE lesson from this one. I am just thankful that nobody got hurt and that everything is ok. I guess in the future I will go with the "fuck the exit, I'll take the next one" approach, and I recommend that you all do the same too.

Tschüß
'Brush

Trains, Planes, and Arseholes...

I guess with the amount of travel I do, one is bound to bump into the occasional freak or arsehole along the way...but I seem to be becoming an freak-and-arsehole-magnet of late.

A few weeks ago, I was taking the train to Bern, in Switzerland. On the way down to Switzerland, there was a lady sitting across the aisle from me with her 3 children. Nothing strange so far. The two eldest were her daughters, and they seemed to behave like normal sisters...playing together, fighting, playing, fighting. The son - who I think was around 3 years old - was being a normal son by playing with cars, etc. What was distinctly abnormal was that this kid, who could already talk, was still being breast fed by his mother (wierder would have been by his father...but he wasn't there). Now, I am sorry, but if you are old enough to ask for it, then it's time to ween the litte bastard. And surely if he is old enough to ask for it, then he should ask for it, rather than trying to latch on through her jumper! FREAKS!

Once we crossed the border into Switzerland, a new freak jumped into the train with us. I have no idea what language this guy spoke, but I am sure that it wasn't French, Italian, or German. But that didn't really matter too much, as he only really spoke to himself...and a lot.
He had also brought a big f' off loaf of bread on the train with him, and proceeded to eat this out of the paper bag for the rest of the journey. That wouldn't have been too bad, if I couldn't literally hear the complete inner workings of his salival system while he was doing it. Made me wanna boff. FREAK!

On Friday I was catching the train to the airport in Norway. I had got on at the first stop, so had a pleasant few minutes in the train to read my book etc. After a few stops, this choad gets on, and chooses the seat behind me. He then proceeds, for the rest of the 1hr journey to the airport, to drive his knees into the back of my chair every 60 seconds or so. ARSE!

Good news was that I didn't notice him for much of the last part of the journey. Why? Well, this other arse-hat (borrowed from Josh) sits next to me with his roll-on suitcase and his laptop bag. It appears that he has lost something (not just his manners or his mind), so proceeds to rifle through his suitcase and bags at least 5 times each, if not more. This would not normally be a problem either, if he didn't keep elbowing me the whole time, putting his suitcase back on the floor on top of my foot, and slamming said suitcase into my shins repetitively. ARSE-HAT!

Then I lost the arm-rest battle with the guy next to me in the plane, but luckily he decided to move seats to get some more ball-room somewhere else.

Maybe I am just to sensitive.

Tschüß,
'Brush

Schönen Schneetag wünsche ich euch...

So, we woke up this morning to the first snowfall in Friedrichsdorf since we moved here. Well, maybe there was one day while we were in Oz, but we weren't here, so it doesn't count.


It was quite nice driving to work through snow covered fields surrounded by snow dusted trees etc. Unfortunately most of it had melted again by this afternoon, but hopefully we will get a little more tonight...if the weather is nice to us.

Tschüß,
'Brush

Why are Germans so sweet?

We really do like germans - despite their bad reputations they really are lovely, sweet people. And, today we finally found out why...

...because they eat so many sweets

The average german per year eats

8kg chocolate
4.5kg ice cream
4 kg sweet buscuits
3.5 kg gummy bears/jelly babies

Now hanging around germans for a while we had noticed that they do eat this stuff fairly regualrly, but that is STACKS!!!!!

Party, Piste, Pulverschnee!

Last Thursday Bel and I piled into a bus with around 30 other people, and headed to Austria for a 3 day ski trip (4 days, if you include the drive down on Thursday). The ski trip was organised by one of my big Customers, and 3 of us from Agilent, and Belinda joined the crew, along with a few others from various other companies. The trip cost €350 per head, which included the bus, the hotel accomodation - which included breakfast, and a 4 or 5 course meal each night - lift passes, and all the drinks for the bus on the way there and back. Not bad, if you ask me!

In the bus on the way there and back we got to experience some German Folk Music of a different kind. This is more Germany Folk Party Music, which is quite common in the Ski Huts on the mountains, and in the Apré Ski Huts later on after the sun has gone down. The songs included classics like:

1. 20 Centimeter (a song about a girl who likes big guys)
   
2. 10 Naked Hairdressers (about a guy who wants 10 Naked Hairdressers)
   
3. Antonia (about a girl with big boobs who likes guys from Tirol)
   
4. Cowboys and Indians (a song about getting your Lasso out...just like the first time)
   
5. etc...

These songs were aboslute classics, and I think the Germans enjoyed seeing the looks on our faces as the lyrics clicked in our heads. On the way back, I was given one of the CDs so that I could bring the songs back home to Oz and spread the joy. :)

The first day of skiing was at Hochgurgl and Obergurgl, which is between 1900m and 3082m high. On top of the mountain it was somewhere between -15C and -20C (was around -12C in the valley). I must say that I have never felt so much pain in my life as when the feeling decided to return to my feet and fingertips - man that burns!
Unfortunately the conditions on this mountain weren't the best, as it had been fairly warm in the week leading up to the trip, which means that the snow base would melt during the day and freeze at night, creating some nasty ice patches. Still had fun though. :) Probably the best part of that day was all 30 of us meeting for lunch in the hut on the mountain - great atmosphere.



The second day started out with the plan to ski at Sölden, but the weather was pretty ordinary, and all the lifts in Sölden were on hold. We decided to continue along to Hochgurgl, because it is usally a bit more protected from the weather, but the lifts were on hold there too. Finally we decided to take a quick break in Sölder to eat lunch, and then headed to Ötz for the afternoon.
When we first arrived at Ötz, the conditions were pretty shitty - icy, etc., but only just below 0C. We did a few runs, and the headed into the hut for some food. When we came back out, it was dumping snow, and there was already a heap of fresh stuff on the ground. That made for a fun afternoon.

On the final day we headed to Sölden for a sunny day of skiing. Here the conditions were good up the top of the mountain (3058m, but there is a peak in this ski area at 3300m) we pretty good, but the further down you got into the valley, the icier it became. Anyway, we still had a ball here too.

The trip back was like the trip down - long - but a little quieter as most people were too tired to get too heavily into the beers. We got back home around midnight on Sunday, just in time for me to get about 5hrs sleep, and head to the airport to fly to Denmark for the week.

Tschüß,
'Brush

PS: Will link to some of the other photos taken by the team later.

PPS: Here are some of the other pics...



You can find more pics - including Apré Skiing pics in Matthias' album.

Insane weather

While you guys in Oz are risking breaking thermometers with 41C in Melbourne, the rest of the world is having crazy weather too.

This morning we woke up to warnings of a Hurricane approaching Germany. This particular one is getting a lot of attention for various reasons, including wind speeds up to 200km/h, and the fact that the whole of the country will be hit by this thing.

Right now it is 8:15pm, and the eye of the storm is due to hit the north of Germany in a few hrs, but the winds outside are already insane. To give you a little idea, the train services are being stopped all over the country, and people were sent home from school and work around midday, as it was going to be too dangerous to drive home later. That was all good for them, but I was in Greifswald (north of Germany), and driving back to Berlin...TO CATCH A PLANE HOME!

Anyway, I got to the airport a few hours early, and managed to get onto an earlier flight (2hrs earlier) which was subsequently delayed by 1hr due to the winds in Frankfurt. Then the trip down to Frankfurt, as we were approaching Frankfurt, became really rough, with the plane rapidly dropping and rising, dipping left and right - and I even learned the meaning of "yaw", when the plane started behaving like a rear wheel drive V8 in the snow, with the arse end kicking out all over the place.

To the pilot's credit, he managed a pretty good landing, given that it was like he was wrestling an angry wild bear when trying to get the thing on the ground. Scary shit.

We also saw on the news that things are stupid in the USA too. They showed footage of a deer that was stuck in the middle of a frozen lake, and could not get of the lake under it's own power because the ice was so slippery. So, what was the solution? That's right - a news helicopter "blew" it off the ice! :)

What's goin' on?

Tschüß,
'Brush

When a herb is a hat...

And I don't mean when you take palm leaves or whatever and make a lovely Tom Hanks Castaway style hat out of them.

So, I have managed to come down with a cold in the days leading up to coming home for Xmas. It is always the way, that you become sick just before going on holidays, as the stress is finally gone, and your body relaxes it's defence mechinisms, and then the nasties take hold. Little bastards.

Anyway, I am "working" from home today, and B and I had agreed to have lunch together. After lunch we went to the Chemist to try and get Echinacea tablets, so that I can try and get a little better before flying tomorrow.

B, being the intelligent one of the two of us, had already looked up what the german word for Echinacea was, so we were well prepared. We walk into the Chemist, and it goes something like this (roughly translated).

Them: Can we help you?
Us: Do you have "Sonnenhüte"?
Them: No, we don't.
Us: Oh. (I start thinking that we could go to the Naturopath...)
Them: We have a spray that you could use for sun protection, but no sun hats.
Us: *looking confused* Um, we were looking for "Echinacea" in English.
What's that called in German?
Them: Oh, you mean Echinacea (with german pronunciation)
Us: Yes. So, it is the same in German?
Them: No, it is Latin.
Us: Oh.

So, here is the problem broken down for you into detail:
"The Sun" is "die Sonne" in German.
"Hat" is "der Hut", and "hats" is "die Hüte".
Put the two of them together, and you get "Sonnenhüte", or "Sun hats".
But, "Echinacea", or should I say the plant that it comes from is also called "Sonnenhut" or in plural "Sonnenhüte", as described in Wikipedia.

Na ja, what can you do? You do the right thing, and prepare yourselves ahead of time, and then you still screw it up. :) Either way, we scored a free calendar detailing herbs that you can used to keep healthy and stuff. :)

PS: Flying home tomorrow! See you all soon!!!!!

Tschüß,
'Brush

The week from hell...

So, the work week started this week (and next) for me on Sunday, as I had a meeting first thing on Monday morning in Munich. And, of course, the weather in Munich was pretty darn foggy, so we were delayed by about 1/2hr.

Monday I had 2 meetings at Siemens in Munich, which were fairly uneventful, and then I piled back into a plane and flew to Amsterdam for a meeting on Tuesday.

Amsterdam was also fairly uneventful, except for us getting told by a Customer that if we don't fix a problem they have before March, then we may as well not come back. Gotta love situations like that.

From Amsterdam, I poured myself into another plane, and flew out to Berlin. I landed in Berlin around 19:30, and poured myself into a hire car with a colleague, and we drove 2.5hrs north east to Greifswald on the coast.

Wednesday morning we had our meeting in Greifswald, and finished up around 12:00. Again, back into the car, and 2.5hrs back to Berlin...and this is where the fun begins.

Ok, so I originally thought that our meeting would finish around 1pm, and that we would require 3hrs to get back to Berlin, and hence I hadn't booked on the 15:45 plane from Berlin to Denmark. The next flight after that, from Berlin to Copenhagen direct, was at 20:55, and I had booked on that.
Right, so we left Greifswald at 12:00, and arrived about 2.5hrs later at the Tegel airport in Berlin. I went to the ticketing counter, and asked if I could change onto the earlier flight at 15:45. The lady told me that, due to the class of my ticket, I couldn't change, and would have to take the 20:55 flight. Stoked.
So, I cruise on to the Gold Class / First Class check-in area, check-in, and check my suitcase (carry-on size, but it is just easier to check them, with the new security regulations). This guy tries again to change my flight, but it was a no-go. So it is now 15:00, and I have around 6hrs to wait. I cruise into the Gold lounge and do a bit of work, and then decide to go into Berlin to have a look around.
In Berlin I bought a copy of "The Never-ending Story" book in German to have a bit of a read, and picked up a "Hazelnut Great One" coffee (500ml) from Dunkin' Donuts (I love this shit!).
Anyway, I eventually take the train back to the airport, waste a bit more time in the Lounge, realise that I left my paper tickets at the Check-in counter and cruise back and pick them up (the check-in guy was at fault here) ,and after a 20min delay, I board the Turbo-Prop plane to Denmark.

The flight to Denmark wasn't anything special (except for loud, and vibratey (??)). I came into the baggage hall, and waited...and waited...and waited...and eventually the baggage thing stopped turning...without my bad. Turns out that checking in 6 hours early for the flight mustn't be enough, and therefore they left my bag in Berlin. Stoked x 2.
Cutting it short - they said my bag would arrive at 11am the next day, but I would have already checked out of my hotel by then, so I told them to keep it, and send it to Frankfurt for me. They also gave me some toiletries and stuff...so it wasn't too bad.

Meeting in Denmark was good, and then I rocked up to the airport to fly home. I tried to check-in and told the chick that they had my bag, and I wanted it sent to Frankfurt with me. She told me that I had to go and call some number, and check that it was there first.
After I did that, I went back to her and checked-in again. She asked me "did they use the same baggage tag for your bag to Frankfurt?" How the hell should I know?!?! I told her I didn't know, and she said "Ok, I will call them." Why didn't she just call them in the first place, instead of sending me away???
Ok, now I am checked in, and I go to security, and stand in a Fast-Track queue for 1hr, waiting to clear security. I realise as I reach the front of the queue, that I don't have my gold card anymore! F§"$" IT!
Leave the line, head back to the check-in counter. "Do you have my gold card?" "No, I gave it back to you with your passport! You can look for yourself if you want." "If you say so, then you must have" "Oh, wait! Here it is, under my keyboard!" "Thanks" (with sarcasm).
Back to the queue, and luckily I can skip through to the front, as the guys who were behind me still hadn't gone through, so they let me back in.

Anyway, eventually get on the plane and get back home...glad that my shitty week was over. But next week doesn't look much better either.

Tschüß,
'Brush

Ich möchte auch ein Spieß werden!

Ok, so there is this ad on TV in Germany at the moment that I find particularly funny.

There is a Dad and his approx 10yr old Daughter sitting outside watching people and things go by. Every now and then the little girl says that someone or other had this cool thing, and someone or other had that cool thing. Each time the father responds with "Spießer".

The little girl, because it is the response to everything that she thinks is cool, then says to her Dad "Wenn ich älter bin, will ich auch ein Spieß werden!". The father proceeds to choke on his coffee... But why?

"Spießer", which the father kept using, means that someone is "bourgeois" (which I had to look up in an English dictionary), or simply common or materialistic.

The little girl's response in English is "When I am older, I want to also become a 'Spieß'!" - meaning that she also wants to be materialistic...or so she thinks.

But here is the problem, "der Spieß" means a spit, or a skewer. So basically the little girl has said that she wanted to be "spit roasted"...if you know that term, when it has nothing to do with roasting meat over hot coals... :) No wonder the Dad nearly choked himself on his coffee!

Anyway, I find it kinda funny.

Tschüß,
'Brush

I've been around the world and I, I, I...

I've been around the world and I, I, I
I can't find my baby!
I don't know where, I don't know why
Why he's gone away!

One of our friends had a pic on her blog site showing how much of the world she has seen, so I thought I would give it a crack too. Results below:



create your own visited countries map

Only 8% of the world in around 33% of my life. Better get my arse into gear.

Tschüß
'Brush

WTF, Leute!

Ok, Germany just recorded it's warmest November on record in the last 100yrs, Icebergs are floating off the coast of New Zealand, and it has been snowing in Australia. Has the world gone retarded or what? Next thing you know, England will win the Ashes, the USA will pull out of Afghanistan and Iraq, and Australia will get a Labor federal government!

Na ja, anyway. Quick question for you. Which of the following products will allow you to reach into the toilet to retrieve a lost ring, and end up with a dry hand?

1. Hair Gel
   
2. Baby Powder
   
3. Waterproof impregnating spray
   

Answer at the end of this post.

Now for those who like the pics, here are some that we took of an old Roman Fort, not far from Frankfurt. The fort originates from 200AD or something like that, and was reconstructed in the 1800s by one of the German Kaisers.

The ruins of the Roman Baths...where men would get naked and cuddle	The front gates...
Belinda and ex-colleague Anna lookin' for da N.M.E	A hungry tree...or it looks like a fat man's belly hanging over his belt

Ok, so the answer is 2) Baby Powder. If you sprinkle enough (a couple of centimeters thick worth) on top of the water, then as you reach through the powder into the water it builds a barrier around your hand that the water cannot get through.

PS: 1 month and counting.

Tschüß,
'Brush

It's gettin' colder

So, today I walked to the supermarket to get some bread, and had the following clothing on the top half of my body:

1. Singlet (you know it's getting cold when I start wearing them)
2. Long-sleeved t-shirt (Timberland)
3. Hooded jumper (Roots, Canada)
4. Hockey Jersey (UNH, silver, 3rd jersey)
5. Thick jacket (grey, timberland)

And I was still a little cold. I checked www.wetter.de and they said that it is 10C, which I don't believe for a minute. But they also show the "it feels like" temperature, and it apparently feels like 2C, which is a lot more like it.

Am I counting down the days until I come home for Summer? HELL YEAH!

Tschüß,
'Brush

Two things I didn't expect...

Got up this morning to go to the Airport to fly to Norway. Thought I should turn on the PC to check the weather in Oslo, and I discovered 2 things I didn't expect:

1. The high for the week in Oslo will be 3C;
2. The clocks went back 1hr last night, so now I have an extra hour to kill.

Oh well. Good thing is that the clocks didn't go forward 1 hour, or we would have been in trouble.

Tschüß,
'Brush

Für die, die Deutsch können...

Belinda hat Angst, daß dieser Blog nur ein Videosarchiv wird. Aber, ich denke, daß diese Videos lohnen sich, für die Leute, die Deutsch sprechen/verstehen können.

Vorher gab es eine Werbung über deutsche Leute, die nicht lesen können. Danach kamen diese Parodien. Viel Spaß...

Kein Ostdeutsch...



Kein Bayerisch...



Es gibt auch eine Parodie des Films "Tarzan - König des Dschungels", die darum geht, was die Deutschen von den Türken halten...



Tschüß,
'Brush

Peter Andre and Wifey-poos get their song on

Peter Andre (remember him? ) and his wife (talent, but in the wronge department) got their song on at some benefit concert recently, tackling "A Whole New World" from Aladdin.



Apparently they audio on the video was fairly heavily produced to make Wifey-poos sound good...so here is the audio as it was "reportedly" heard.

A Whole New World (of pain)

MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! IT HURTS!!!!!

Tschüß,
'Brush

PS: Extra bonus for ya! Here are some of the worst moments of German Popstars history (I am addicted to this show!). You don't need to understand the judges...just listen to the singing.

{Removed because it always starts to play when I load the blog to check for comments. The video is here.}

Google

For a bit of fun type 'failure' into the google search filed and hit 'I'm feeling lucky'

hehe
B

The Answer and the Hockey

Ok, firstly here is the answer:

Saying: Er atmet gesiebte Luft - He breaths sieved air
Meaning: He is in jail

Secondly, Bel and I had our second outing to the German Hockey last night. This time it was Frankfurt Lions playing host to the Straubing Tigers. It also happened to be the 15 Year Anniversary of the Lions first game in the League, so they played in their original strip...and I really wish that they didn't. :)



Above are the Original / Third jerseys. Pretty, huh?

Above are the home jerseys for this season.

And above are the away jerseys.

Thing that bugs me about the jerseys in this league is that the focus is on getting as much sponsorship as possible on the things, rather than having some distinguishing team markings. It also means that if you buy a jersey this season, it will definitely be out of date next season, as the sponsors will probably change. But, with that being said, the fans went nutty last night and were buying the new jersey like it was going out of fashion.

But, back to the game. Was a good game with Frankfurt winning 6:5 after 0:42 of overtime. Frankfurt did lead the game 5:2 at one point in time, but Staubingen came back very strongly, with a lot of help from Frankfurt penalties. I think that 4 of Staubingen's goals were scored on Power Plays, whereas Frankfurt scored 4 of theirs at even strength, one in a PP, and one when they were a man down, through a terrific breakaway, and a one-on-one battle with the goalie. Nice little last minute backhand flick into the top of the net from the right hand side was sweet!

Anyway, Josh and Pat, you would have loved it. :)

Tschüß
'Brush

Cool saying

Not that I would get the chance to say it much, but I heard/learnt a new German saying today:

Er atmet gesiebte Luft - He breaths sieved air

So, what does it mean? You will find the answer in the comments after a few of you have a bit of a guess first.

Tschüß,
'Brush