I'll be missing Weds/Fri judo, so I hit a class at an alternate gym last night. I popped my pre-workout ****tail, and cruised over rocking the Swiss folk metal:
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I gotta say, this album kicks major ass. Yes, they sing in Gaulish. Yes, that's a penny whistle being played with some melodic death metal. Anyway, it puts me in the mood. Add in some Primal Male Rage, and I feel like sticking one in a breaking it off.
I got there early, so I just relaxed and listened to this:
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Until I couldn't sit there any more. I went in, and helped set up mats (this is in the gym of a Buddhist center), changed clothes, and we started to warm up. I've only been there twice before, and there were some new faces, 3 white belts, a couple brown belts, and a brown belt from my dojo as well.
We warmed up, did some technique practice, and went quickly into randori/free fighting. I started off easy, but my opponents were young, and game, and I'm sure wanted to prove themselves to the newcomer. It was a lot of fun.
Around my 6th 5 minute round, one of the white belts came over and asked me to go with him. Cool. We bow, and I step forward to take a grip; judo rules, you must take a grip within 5 seconds, or receive a penalty. This guy swated my hand away. I went for a grip again, and he swatted it, grabed my sleeve, pulled, and used my momentum as I step forward to sweep my foot. Uh, OK. I got up, and went for a grip in an aggressive manner, he swated my elbow hard, over-extending it, and disguised a Muay THai round shin to my lower leg as a sweep, shin to shin contact. I took the hit, and used the opening to step in and trip him. He got up, went for a grip, so I popped his elbow away, over-extending it. He Muay Thai'd my leg several times in quick succession, with absolutely no chance at actually sweeping, then shot in for a successful double leg takedown. In judo you can't initiate a technique below the legs, so it's illegal. I get up, go for a grip, we grip fight, he muay thais my legs, then kicks one out, I went down, but reversed it putting him on his back, but he reversed my reversal, I rolled under, and went into ground fighting mode.
Now, I can't say what happened. I've been abused by aggressive black belts quite a lot, concussed pretty well, head spiked, etc, and I've always been A-OK with it all. But this guy? I went into bar-fight, no rules, let's-get-it-on mode. I rolled out of his reversal onto one knee, grabbed a single leg and put my shoulder hard in his groin, and went to slam him on his back. The look of alarm on his face was priceless; he hopped back quickly, put his hands up, and said 'WE're not fighting!!!'.
Uh, excuse me, but yes we are. Randori is fighting, but there are rules. Everything you did for the last 4 minutes was illegal. He said 'what are you talking about, why illegal?', and I nearly punched him. Obviously the guy is not a white belt, knows WTF is going on, and is just off doing his own thing, and I took it as sarcasm. Hey, you wanna do that stuff, the illegal stuff? I'm cool with anything, but don't mind me when I wrist lock you or knee you in the ****ing face, OK? I got better things to do than *****-foot around grip fighting like two girls fighting in the schoolyard, like work on technique, maybe? He became very apologetic, I calmed down, we had a nice chat, and I invited him to my dojo. He's still a ****ing liar, no way he picked it up from his brothers in the backyard.
I kind of feel bad, but aside from being barred from that dojo, I would've enjoyed a real fight, could've been fun. It was very odd, as I NEVER lose my temper, EVER. Last time that happened was when my wife was in labor, and the male nurse....that's another story*.
What did I learn? Don't take things at face value ahemwhitebeltahem. Next time I'm up against a white belt I've never met I'll just flying knee him in the face.
*Yeah, the male nurse. Guy was a total liberal flamer (not being a ****, he was a flamer as opposed to being just gay, very flamboyant about it). Nice guy. After 17 hours pf labor, he went to do an epidural on her, and told me to leave the room. I said 'nah, I'm cool', and my wife told him I served in the Israeli military, where I was used as a test mule for the medics, so no fear of needles or blood.
Without missing a beat, he said 'oh, Israeli soldier, huh? So how many babies did you kill?'
Even as I stood there, with the emotional side of my brain refusing to believe he REALLY said what I thought he did, there, while my wife was in labor, the logical side of my brain was plotting the path from my chair to him, his trajectory out the 5 story window onto a big generator below, and my escape route out of the hospital. I barely contained myself, and not because I give a **** what he said. Anywhere else I'd have verbally jabbed right back; it was more his sheer disrespect to my wife and what should be the happiest occasion ever. But I choked it down, and tolerated him for the rest of the day.
Want more? :lol: We went back to the same hospital for my second, 4 years later. It was a scheduled C-section, so we show up, check in, and an orderly left us in a room to fill out paperwork and wait for the nurse. I had my back to the door, and I saw my wifes face drop. I turn, and who's there? Flamboyant mouthy dude. I went to DEFCON 11, 'THIS IS SPARTA' mode; as he walked in 'hey, mr and mrs XXXX, how are you, i"m so and so', and reached out to shake my hand, I heard my wife saying 'Nate, NATE go get my purse from the car NOW!!!". I walked out, heading to the nurses station to tell them to yank his ass from our delivery, calmed down a bit, then went back. My wife said she told him about the incident 4 years before, he genuinely didn't remember, was horrified that he had said that, and wanted to apologize. He eventually came back and did just that, and I tolerated his presence because he's not a bad guy, and a damn fine nurse.
