Archive for November, 2008

Level 3

“Are you ok?!” She asked with a smile.
“I think so, keep going” I said as I blinked away the pain in my eye. The sweat poured from my body, pushing the effectiveness of the Nike dri-fit shirt to it’s very limits. My eye socket throbbed as I attacked again, choking her from behind trying to drive her face first into the wall. My attack was met with precision movement and a flurry of punches to my face, groin and throat. This time I managed to avoid getting hit in the eye with her tiny fists of justice.

Last week was my Krav Maga Level 2 test. Six months ago many readers may recall that I took the Krav level 1 test and I described it as one of the most grueling physical things I have ever had to do for 5 hours. That was six months ago, this is now. To pass Level 2 one must re-take the level 1 test (5 hours) as well as come back the next night and take the level 2 test (4 hours). Two nights of testing for a total of 9 hours. Insane.

To make matters worse, 2 days before the test I totally and completely tweaked my back. I was in class doing a headlock drill (1 minute rounds of 4 people attacking you) when a bigger guy put me in a reverse headlock. Bent over at the waist, I went one way, he went the other and my back went ‘ow’. I could barely stand up after the drill and the pain got progressively worse the next day. My hips were torqued and I could hardly move. After many treatments from Dr. Dad, aleve and using a special cream that was “ben-gay on steroids” I decided that I would go through and try to test both days.

I don’t know how, but miraculously I made it through and I did so without seriously injuring myself worse. I was so thankful the 2nd day when I was teamed up with the tiny asian lady in my class. I knew that the 2nd day would involve a lot of ground fighting and with my back in need of repair, I wasn’t sure how I was going to buck and roll a big opponent off of me. Fortunately it didn’t take much effort to throw around a 115lb Vietnamese woman. Even with the slight advantage I was completely spent and tired by the second night. My calf muscles were cramping up so bad I thought they were going to pop. Once we were done it was a sweet sweet feeling to down a cold beer at the local watering hole.

I’m glad I did it, it was crazy and maybe a little stupid to do it when I my body was not in any condition to move like that, but I didn’t want to wait another 6 months to test again. Even though I was moving a bit stiffer and slower it is really nice to see the level of conditioning my body has gained in the last 6 months. I remember last time feeling very worn out after the 5 hours of testing, and this time I knew I had plenty more in the tank. I’m also glad I did it because I just received an email letting me know that all my pain and effort was not in vain. I freakin’ passed! I am now a Level 3 Krav Maga guy. No belts or awards, just pure knowledge that I am certified in ass kickery. I think this next level they teach us how to shoot bullets from our fingertips, I look forward to that.

Thank you to everyone that had me in their thoughts with the back stuff as I
went into the test. It most certainly helped.

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A Sincere Thank You

“”There’s a graveyard in northern France where all the dead boys from D-Day are buried. The white crosses reach from one horizon to the other. I remember looking it over and thinking it was a forest of graves. But the rows were like this, dizzying, diagonal, perfectly straight, so after all it wasn’t a forest but an orchard of graves. Nothing to do with nature, unless you count human nature.”

~Barbara Kingsolver

On a day such as today I want to give thanks to all the men and women that have fought for our country. I don’t know how to make a thanks bigger, but even more graditude is worthy of those that sacrificed everything and gave their lives while in service. Thank you. Your sacrifice is not lost or forgotten. It is my sincere hope that our country will remain free and once again regain her strength in spite of all the current crap that is going on.

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Blazers by 1 in OT

OH MAN! I wish I was there last night, or I wish that I would’ve seen this on TV, I didn’t even know it was on. I’ve watched this more than five times and each time it puts a smile on my face. I love how the crowd is holding their breath in silence until they erupt after the shot goes in. Impressive.

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Metallica - A review

There was FIRE and LASERS!

What more do I need to say? I could tell you about the songs they played, old and new that rocked the house down. I might mention the 20-foot metal caskets that descended from the ceiling, tilting and twisting with the lights. I’m sure I could give you a detailed description of the the drunk guy across the aisle from me (thank God we had that divide btwn us) that almost got kicked out three times for throwing popcorn, being rowdy and fondling the large girl in front of him. To be fair he might have lost a sandwich and was trying to locate it within one of her many folds, I wasn’t sure. I could also speak about our aisle and how we officially deemed it the tiny bladder aisle, but I didn’t mind since the attractive middle-age woman that kept coming and going would always find a new way to caress my attention when she needed to get by. I know you would like to hear about the many weird people, the enormous age gap present, the strange styles and the low cut jeans on one girl that were so low there was a good 2-3 inch plumber crack peeking over the top when she was standing straight up. Phil wanted to stick his finger in the crack as we walked by, but I wouldn’t let him. You would laugh if I told you about the mousy looking guy that kept trying to sneak up to the front row, only to get kicked out time after time. After each failed attempt he would walk up three steps and start head bobbing to the music, only to have the security guard shake his head and point to the door. The man never learned his lesson until he was physically removed I could also fill you in on my theory that rock stars don’t actually drink water, they just take a big swig, swish it around and spit it out on stage. There was lots of spitting. I’m not sure, but I believe that when you’re rocking as hard as Metallica you have no time to swallow your own saliva so the only thing to do is to spit it out. Years of whiskey, beer and naked women has left their mouths rough like razor blades and so water must burn like acid, that is my theory. Lastly I could tell you about the Metallica balls that fell from the ceiling and made the crowd go crazy, I could tell you all these things and so much more, but there is not enough room. All you really need to know is, they had,


Fire so big the heat swooshed by us as it lit the air. LASERS so plentiful they looked like 3-year-olds dancing around a cake, a german chocolate cake……and a concert so rockin’ we too danced around with glee, well I danced around, Phil just nodded in silent approval.

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