I am really glad I survived this week. First, I came down with some sort of throat infection combined with a fever that surged in and out for several days. Also, I had a game in Rome, which my sickness made interesting in several ways. All things aside, I am still in beautiful northern Italy, living my dreams and traveling the world. I can’t complain too much!
The screaming fans peered down upon us from the stands of the arena. The piercing sound of their air horns exploded off the water’s surface. In conditions like this, it is nearly impossible to hear the referee’s whistle, the voice of a teammate or even your own thoughts. These are the noises and cries of my battlefields in Italy. These are the sounds of a rivalry match. We were engulfed by the noise and let it take us off of our rhythm. This time, we were defeated.