You mean they come in colors?
I was invited to a terrific cookout hosted by the family of one of our fencer's the weekend. It was really the first time I have ever seen our fencers "In the wild" and I found I spent most of my time just staring. Fencing is a black and white sport. White uniforms, black mesh on the masks. Saber adds a good deal of silver to the equasion, but eliminated black and white in the process. Its tradition, and has a good bit to do with why we don't see Tuesday Night Fencing on FOX. So seeing all of these people in colorful shirts, and shorts was a real shock to my system. I even had difficulty recognizing some of them.
Here's a typical night after fencing with Cameron, Kathy, and or The Doc talking about a fencer.
Cameron: "Jane was really doing well tonight."
Me: "Which one was Jane again?"
Cameron: "She was wearing the white jacket, white knickers, white socks, and white mask with the black mesh."
Me: "You just described everyone in the club."
Cameron: "Girl."
Me: "Ok, the list just shrunk by two thirds."
Cameron: "Teens, auborn hair, hazel eyes..."
Me: "Teenager, I have that. Lets just assume for a minute that words like Auborn and Hazel are meaningful color descriptions to me, they all wear mask!"
Cameron: "Hmmm...something you might notice... Got it! She's the one in the 48 jacket and large chest protector."
Me: "Oh Jane!! Why didn't you say so? Yes, she did very well tonight, beat the stuffing out of Brad."
Cameron: "Which one was Brad again?"
Me: "He was wearing the white jacket, white knickers, white socks, and white mask with the black mesh."
Cameron: "You just described everyone in the club."
Me: "Guy."
Cameron: "Ok, the list just shrunk by one thirds."
The above conversation has never actually happened quite that way before, (Like I could guess a jacket size by just looking at it) but some nights it feels like it could easily go that way.
The point is that when you get used to seeing someone wearing the same sort of thing every time you see them, it is a real shock to the system when you see them wearing something else. I suppose it would be like bumping in to your doctor or priest in a night club on beach night.
Great cookout.
