On the road
For a while I had been saying that what I really needed was to walk the world a while, find some peace on the open road. I just didn't realize that the destination was preordained, and the hours were long and late. For two nights the wood woke before the Woody had even gone to sleep. Surreal times. At any rate,for the Shreveport game I found myself, the driver getting the team up and back safely, and taking video of the game while there.
I got to see my wife play center. That was pretty cool. In case you didn't already know, my wife kicks ass, and not just mine. It was one of the first times I got to see a football game where I wasn't playing, or I wasn't given only the view of the game the producer of the TV show wanted me to see. It turns out football and fencing isn't all that different. Offense, defense, control of territory, objectives, the only real difference between the pigskin and point of a sword is the player. One on one battle tactics and strategy VS group tactics and strategy. I can't say I understood all of what I saw, but I knew enough to know that when I feint deceive on the strip, and when they do it on the field the goal is the same. Confuse your enemy into protecting something that isn't being threatened so a hole in the defense can be created to achieve your objective.
I also know enough to know that the mind of a football player and the mind of a fencer are as different as can be. Its no wonder why so few people can excel at both individual and team sports. I wasn't any good at team sport. I didn't like having to depend on others, and I didn't like feeling like I failed the others. In fencing, success, failure, it is all of my choosing, and for the sake of my own desires. If I want this touch, I take it. I am a bigger part of my own destiny on strip than the person I am facing.
I suppose that makes Sara and I a very complementary pair. You thought I would say "great team" didn't you.
