the dominican republic

one of the guys on the team i coach at fgcu, francisco, plays for the dominican under 20 national team and we were talking about his role on the team and this and that. anyway, he asked me about playing soccer and i told him that naturally i would much rather play than coach (as much as i enjoy coaching, its just not the same) and that if given the chance, i would jump on the opportunity in no time. he began to tell me about a coach he knew...i have heard that before and most of the time it turns into nothing more than the conversation that transpired...fast forward a couple of weeks, his coach

my nutshell

born within the friendly confines that is cincinnati ohio i grew up with about as normal an upbringing as one can ask for. living in a suburban neighborhood 15 minutes outside the city itself, two parents who are a sort of american dream a father from poor roots of the cumberland gap kentucky and self made successful business man and a college sweetheart mother from the heart of the south who has dedicated

my life post europe

since i left vienna last april, my life has been a series of ups, downs, and tailwinds into i do not know what. filled with randomness and an unorganized chaos that has led me to a place of peace and uncertainty...i would not have it any other way. i returned home near the end of april and returned to school. (the better part of my trip can be seen at alslusher.blogspt.com, up until thomas and larry came to visit and, well, lets just say hell broke loose for the next week and amsterdam...i´m sure i would never have forgotten it if only i could remember)