So, Turku Open went down. In singles, I won my pool easylishly. Then in semis I played against Tuomas Kärki, a legend

I had never won. I did win him then. The final was against Oskari, who is the Finnish Champ. He won me in two games, if I’m correct. Could’ve been three games, not sure. Doesn’t matter. Second in singles is my best ever achievement in a Finnish competition, so not too shabby.
Now, since I played with Tapio in Worlds, we decided to play at least one tourney together before Frankfurt. We got second in our pool. In pool we lost to Jukka and Tuomas, who ended up winning the title. In semis, we played an epic 3-game match against Oskari and Jani. We had them by the balls in the third game. But I guess those sneaky sons-of-bitches took a timeout to put some kind of lotion to each others’ nuts, so our grip slipped and they took the semi match. In the bronze match me and one very depressed Tapio won Timo and Jani from Jyväskylä.
After that, we had about two weeks to train for Worlds. I have no recollection of how that went but it couldn’t have been too bad because I played quite okay in Worlds.
We got to Frankfurt on Saturday, the 15th. We were pleased to find out the city seemed nice and that our hostel was actually as close to the Haubtbahnhof (sp?) as their website promised. Later that day we went to the main event site. It was supposed to be simple with just one tram. We got to the tram, only to get thrown out of it after just two stops. We hadn’t had a change to buy the cards for it and the inspectors caught us. Luckily, they let us go with a warning. So, we walked. And, we walked. After that, we walked some more. Finally, we got to the huge park, where the site was supposed to be. It wasn’t. Instead, it was a graveyard. We walked there for about an hour trying to find the fucking place. We gave Jani like 3 or 4 calls asking for directions. After a long search, we got there. It turned out we had been in a wrong park…
On Sunday I played singles pools. I was seeded 8th, which I thought was fair. Therefore, my pool wasn’t too hard. I had 3 other European players in it, and I knew only one of them beforehand, Grischa from France. I won against him. The second match was against a Swiss guy, who never showed up. Somebody told me: “You know him, he’s the guy who’s high all the time”. So, him not showing up wasn’t that big of a surprise. The last match was against this tall Slovenian guy. I’m quite sure I had never met him before. He played really well. I was in serious trouble against him. He was able to set himself all the time and he was placing the bag wherever he wanted. After all, I did win, and now I know his name as well. He’s Ales Pelko. He’s the player who’s high level of play surprised me the most at Worlds. After winning the pool, I had two more matches that day. The first was easier but the second one was far from it. It was against the high and mighty Florian Götze. I had a 2-0 history against him, but we both knew that had nothing to do with this match. I’d say it was a somewhat anticipated match-up, because people were telling me all the time they’re looking forward for the match. We traded games but I was stronger (read: more lucky) in the third. I was in the top-8 for the first time ever in Worlds! Tapio rolled his ankle playing against Chris Löwe. I was worried, not only because he was my partner, but because I wanted him to beat Chris. After an injury timeout, he was able to continue the match, but he wasn’t nearly as mobile as he normally is.
On Monday, we played the doubles pools. We lost to Bruce Guettich and Peter Shunny, who are extremely solid. We won the other two matches So, we were second in our pool. Then we had to face Jani and Jaakko in the round of 16. Neither team played well, but they played a bit better and won. I wasn’t all that disappointed, but it seemed that Tapio took the loss hard. In the consolation rounds, we beat a few teams and lost the last match. We were 10th, which was kind of my goal. Not that I wanted to be one half of the 10th best team, but to make it to the top-10.
In singles, I played the quarterfinal against none other than Emmanuel Bouchard. Manu was still “only” tied with Kenny Shults with the most Worlds singles titles, at eight titles each. I feel like I made him run in the beginning of the first game. It was 6-6 for a while. Then he put on his second gear while I was already on my fifth. 11-6, 11-3. I played a few consolation matches and was 6th or 7th. I’m not even sure anymore how it went. I thought I was 7th, but the official results show I was 6th. I’m happy either way.
After that, it was time to get introduced to some cheap wines and beers. I got very familiar with them over the rest of the week. What a great week it was, once again. I’m going to do everything in my power to make it to Orlando next year.
After Worlds it’s mostly been different parties and cabin weekends, working a little bit and feeling guilty for not having done my thesis all summer. I’m supposed to have a seminar in 4 weeks where I demonstrate the work I’ve done. That’s going to be so postponed
Today I’m going water-skiing for the first time this summer. After that, me and Saara are going to go away for a few days to Luvia, where my parents have their summer cabin. Next Thursday we’re taking the Ferry to Stockholm and go visit our good Friends, Kaisa and Robot. We’ve done the trip once a summer for the past two years. Both times have been so relaxing, and we’re hoping the same this time. Just a weekend trip, we’ll be back on Monday night.
One (or two) more competition(s) left for this season. Finnish Footbag Open in December and hopefully a small get-together type of tourney before that.
That’s all I guess.
Not quite. I just remembered this. I had my worst Subway experience in Frankfurt. It was the last day for us in there. Me and Tapio were hung-over and were doing some shopping to kill the time. We found this Subway joint, and went in. There were no seats. Not just that there were no seats available. There were no seats. What are we, animals. I took Tapio’s advice and ordered the meatball sub. The guy who made it, made it all wrong. If I knew any German, I would’ve told him that’s not how you do it, alder! He sliced the whole bread in half. You’re only supposed to cut the other edge. If you cut the whole bread, it’s going to leak more. I asked for Southwest sauce, but he put something else in it. Then we went outside to eat. “Fuck it, I’m not going to stand while I eat”, I said to Tapio. We went to this big coffee house that had like 40 tables outdoors. All free. We took the one in the far corner, so we wouldn’t bother the clientele of the coffee house. How could we have bothered them, there was nobody there. Before I had a chance to take a bite of my wrongfully made sub, a waiter told us to leave. “Fine, we’ll leave”, I said being totally pissed off and ready to cry. The fact I knew I was about to taste Southwest sauce in my mouth, was the only thing that kept me from weeping like a baby. Little did I know, the fuck in the Subway had put some other sauce in it. Then we had no choice but to go to the high tables in front of the Subway. Yes, the ones that had no chairs in front of them. We went there and I started calming down. But, just for a moment. All of a sudden, all the wasps in Germany are interested in my sub. I bet it was the smell of the wrong sauce that lured those flying satans there. It was impossible to eat with the wasps on my head and on my sub. Then I did something that can only be described as a foul play. I swung the wasps with my hand. Not the free hand, but the hand in which I had the weakly structured meatball sub with the wrong sauce. Two of the eight meatballs and slices of tomato and jalapeno fell on the ground. The last time I was this pissed off was back in…no wait, this was the most pissed off I have ever been. Forced to leave the tables with no chairs, we started walking away with my poorly made sub with the wrong sauce and two meatballs lacking from it. Then we went to a U-Bahn tunnel to eat what was left from my sub. When I finally bit the meatballs, it turned out they didn’t taste that good in the first place. Like Seppo Räty said, Saksa
on paska maa.
