Scot Pollard speaks - in a "journal" not a "blog"

Over at TrueHoop.com, they've got a guest journalist, new Celtic Scot Pollard: "Hey Kids! First of all, let me mention I hate the word blog. Here's my journal of what happened in Serbia last week, September 19th-23rd. I landed in Belgrade in the late afternoon, and went to the hotel and got a nap. I had dinner at eight, then met with Vlade and several celebrities including Bill Bertka, Glen Rice, Toni Kukoc, Chris Webber, Gregg Popovich and many others, plus some legends of the former Yugoslavia. (I will not insult by trying to spell their names.) After dinner, some of us wanted to go to a club, to see how Serbs do it. They do it well. Rumor has it some guys jumped behind the bar and lost their shirts … I'm not at liberty to discuss who. (We agreed we wouldn't say it was me and Chris.) Next day, we had a press conference to explain why we were there. For me, it was just for Vlade. He is such a great person, I wanted to do anything I could to help him. I don't know if I helped at all, but I did smile pretty! Friday night was the formal affair at the royals' house. I looked really good in my tux. I asked some people to come over and see how good I looked, but they just yelled over, "you look good, Ron Burgundy." The power was out at the Prince's house, but we had a good time anyway, so that when the power came back on, we hadn't missed a step. After meeting and dining with more important people than I can remember (let's just say I felt like Forrest Gump meeting the president & AGAIN) we went to another club. This one was on the water, on a permanently docked pontoon. Live music, which ended up literally at our table, was great! All classical Serbian songs, and EVERYONE knew them, excepting us foreigners, o' course… …We got to Vlade's hometown and they were all there waiting for us. ALL OF THEM! About 30 thousand people decided that work would not be happening that day, closed shop, and came to see us. One of the greatest moments of my life happened there. When we got off the bus near a monastery, which dates back to the 12th century, the bells started to ring to welcome us. They began again to usher us back towards the train, too. I just got goose bumps thinking about it. Next time you are in an 800-year-old church, if your jaw doesn't hit the floor, let me know … In conclusion, I'm sure that I took more than I gave, but if I helped one person who has had a much more difficult life than me, than it was worth the trip. Gotta go, I need to pack to go to Rome for training camp. Bad news: I have to fly overseas for the second time in three days. Good news: not over my jet lag yet!! With the additions of Big Baby and Pollard, Rajon is not going to be alone in webisphere.