Last weekend, Streetball.co.uk's Tayo Odulaja, Pierre Henry-Fontaine and Greg Tanner (that's me) headed out to Munich for the national finals of the NBA Basketball Challenge.
The 5 on 5 tournament had toured Germany for two months...with the K1x team winning 3 out of 6 city championships.
The plan was for Tayo and King P to join K1x's second squad - to see if they too could qualify for the final playoff showdown.
As well as the tournament, the guys would also be taking part in a midnight all-star game at Germany's hottest nightclub, P1.
Here's my diary of the Madness in Munich:

Thursday 30th June:
My alarm rings at 5:30am, but I'm already awake. I barely managed three hours sleep - thoughts of my impending mission had been running through my head all night.
You see, ever since a very bad experience coming back from Florida when I was 9, I've been petrified of flying. So rather than a two hour flight to Munich, I've got a twelve hour trek across land and sea.

After a quick shower I hit the road, bound for Dover. It's going to be a long day.

A few hours later, I'm in Calais...and ahead of me lies a thousand kilometres of autoroute and autobahn.

8:00pm and I'm on the outskirts of Munich.
I phone "Fu" - my man at K1x - and he puts me in contact with a dude called Noyel, the team manager. He tells me to come meet him in the city centre...but given that the airport is a fair way out of town, I decide to head straight there to meet Tayo and Pierre.

Their flight is half an hour late...and after 20 minutes of trying to remember where I left my ride in Munich airport's MASSIVE car park, it's gone ten thirty.

Fu tells me to head straight for the club (P1 - Germany's most exclusive night spot) and by some miracle we find our way there.
But as we walk past the restaurant opposite the club, I spot the 25-strong K1x crew in there.
We join them, get our eat on, then hit P1.

The club is pretty packed - surprising, given that it's a Thursday night...but, like I said, P1 has something of a reputation.
Then, before you can say "Ich möchte ein Getränk" out comes the Vodka. And I don't mean a few shots....I mean EIGHT big-ass bottles, with P1 / K1x labels on them.

That's how we livin', son!

Now, in England I hardly ever drink. But all that goes out the window and I join the rest of the guys chugging down the Absolut. By 3am I'm smashed...as is just about everyone else.