Santiago, Chile

Did you know it was possible for a baby to cry scream at the top of its lungs for nine hours straight? Neither did I until the plane ride here. The kid two rows in front of me only quit after we landed in Santiago and were getting off the plane. Actually, that´s not quite true. He did quiet down a few times, and his duties were immediately picked up by the baby three rows back. Needless to say, I didn´t get much sleep on the flight here. But it´s summertime now and the empanadas are great here (they´re HUGE, more like Calzones with far more stuffing choices), so all is better.

I was talking to a guy from Germany at breakfast the morning. He asked where I was from, and after telling him Kentucky but feeling like I should say more, I added, ¨We have fried chicken, horse racing, and bourbon.¨ To which he replied, ¨I met a girl from Kentucky at another hostel two days ago, and she said exactly the same thing. So it must be true.¨ At least we´re staying on message.

Speaking of message, here´s a note to any NBA manager/publicist who reads this blog. Last night I had a beer with a British guy who´s staying here. Turns out he´s a huge fan of Rajon Rondo and Tony Delk, but he´d never heard of Tayshaun Prince. Tay, your guys need to get step it up.

I didn´t get very many good pictures yesterday (I don´t recommend buying a new camera that you´re completely unfamiliar with the day before leaving on a big trip), but here´s a couple to get started.