I can die happy. At 1:30 I was on the strip in DEs and I was fit to be tied. My opponent was a girl I had beaten before, but not easily, and my mind was in a turmoil about being late for an appointment. Was I gonna throw the bout to get on with my day? No way. I just got down to business and beat her 15-2. Very satisfying, even though I had to scratch the next DE. Do you suppose some people need pressure like that to fence well?
Tonight I was so furious I walked out of the club after footwork, even though I'd been looking forward all week for fencing night. My sense of justice was horribly bruised after an argument about ratings. Iam even even more hurt, realizing I had been used to manipulate ratings. I was asked to fence epee one day just to get enough bodies to make it a rated tournament. I placed third, and was thrilled to death. I also directed a bout that I am very suspicious was thrown so the lesser rated fencer could earn a rating, but there was nothing I could do about it. I thought this was a gentleman's sport! I feel soo... cheapened.