I have no idea why, but for the past couple days I've been thinking of a particular WF bout I reffed quite a long time ago. Idk, maybe 6 months. I remember it really well, and the more I think about it, the weirder of a bout it is. Alot of contested beat attacks vs. parry ripostes. Neither fencer was really doing it very correctly. The attacker (left handed) would start in a low line, start to come up to the target, but then have a decision point of either beating the blade if it ...
Last night at fencing practice I was introduced to an interesting game. It’s called “3-5-9”. The rules are that two fencers do a regular 15-touche bout. The only catch is that the first person that reaches one of the score thresholds identified in the name of the game (“3” points, “5” points, or “9” points) that person has to give up one element of their game as selected by their opponent. For example, if I make a touché to bring the score to 3-1 in my favor, my opponent could say, “Ok, now ...
Mother's back in the hospital again. Since my sister was sick, I was the only one who could go to the hospital after the assisted living facility called to tell her that they were taking Mother there. Of course, this would be a time when I'd left my cell phone in the car to recharge overnight and my sister kept calling my fax line. Still, things were sorted out and I headed to the hospital about 8pm... after changing back from sleep clothes to blue jeans and a sweatshirt. She was ...
I went over to the club and did some yoga during drill and an interesting dance/footwork exercise Coach Patty was trying to get people to do. I suited up after that and fenced Mike, Ben, and two fencers who have only recently started doing sabre--Anton and Ella. It was pretty funny because both of them have seen the big banner with my name on it and were a tad too awed. I told Anton he needed to attack me (left-hander with a solid parry and a defensive game--he really should be an epeeist but ...
I could probably have dramatically increased my hit counter by giving this a more provocative title and esp. in light of the fact that I'm asleep in two of these pictures. [And no, the pictures are not flattering.] Two of the cats like to sleep on me while the third has fallen in love with a shopping bag and thus I often have a cats-in-the-bag in my home office. Without further ado, the pictures: http://www.lindajdunn.com/cats/pics/poke_eye.jpg - Ferrari is ...
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