Tennis/Home Improvement

It seems like things here go in cycles for me. I get pretty depressed sometimes...ok, all the time, because I'm so very alone. But I find it's the little things in life that can really make a difference. Profound, huh? This week, good fortune has found me. First, I discovered that Home Improvement is on every night at 7, back to back episodes no less. Cha-ching. It's in German, but this only makes it about 700% funnier. The title, in German, is "Hor Mal Wer Da Hammert." This translates to something along the lines of "Listen up, for he who is hammering there." I'm not sure who exaclty is hammering, but my guess is that any number of the show's characters could be "hammering" at any given time in various metaphorical or literal senses. As some of you know, this is one of my all time favorite shows. Watching it every day over dinner, its almost like I get to relive the glory of the "Al Borland Won the Lottery Party" which was, in my opinion, the crowning achievement of Mod 27. BUY YOUR MOTHER SOMETHING NICE AL!!! So there's one more hour out of the day where I don't have to sit on the floor feeling bitter.
The second piece of good fortune was that today I had the opportunity to play tennis. Apparently there is an adult league in this area, and Zwonitz's team had a solidly mediocre season last year, so they are looking for fresh talent; namely, lanky American ringers with monstrous serves and sick headband collections. So today I hit with the youngest guy on the team, who is also 22, and a pretty cool dude. The courts are all clay, which is somewhat problematic for me. It is not a surface well suited to my game, but it is an awful lot of fun to play on, what with the sliding all over the place and such. Of course, my relatively new and SICK Babolat tennis shoes are now looking pretty shoddy, caked in red clay (they really are sick shoes). But anyway, tennis is fun, and so now it looks like I'll be able to play on the team in the spring, and of course practice with them through the winter at a nearby indoor tennis facility. The 22 year old, Nico, also informs me that Zwonitz's nightlife is not so dead as one might assume. As boring as this town appears, all of the other towns in the area are ten times more boring, so that anyone of "going out" age comes here to party. Now, its not exactly Bourbon St. here, but there may just be an opportunity to pound some brews.
So, with these new developments, I feel marginally better about things. God damn do I love Home Improvement. Hoh huh huh hoh (this is my typed version of a Tim Allen grunt).
Now that's a MAN's blog entry.