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March 23, 2009

Fencing Program Free to a Good Home

Eleven year old competitive and non-competitive fencing club seeks a new home. If you've been reading the local news the Downtown YWCA has hit on hard times and in an effort to shrink their space footprint, have dropped all of their activities courses, this includes fencing. Because we are a self sustaining program we have been allowed to stay in the building through the end of May so we can honor our obligations to our students.

We have enough equipment for large classes, and small tournaments. In addition to our five USFA certified fencing coaches, we bring all of our students as well. We teach competitive and non-competitive levels of epee, foil, and saber.

We need a minimum 2000 sqft space to hold small classes, and small tournaments. Ideally 4000+ sqft will allow for larger class sizes, more competitive classes, and larger tournament draws. In addition we need storage space for the equipment. We bring six large locking cabinets filled with equipment, but need additional space to hang jackets. High ceilings are a must!

If you feel you would make a great new home for our Fencing Program, let me know.

April 16, 2008

My Own Fencing Epiphany

Both my personal brain care specialist and my acupuncturist suggested I take my tubby butt for walkies once in a while. Oddly enough for the same reason to. If I'm expending energy on my muscles I won't spend it multitasking in my head. Both of these specialist believe that most of my personal boogums would be beaten by single threaded thinking.

So, on Monday I planned to take a walk from work to the fencing class I help teach. Difficulty level? It is a 40 minute walk that I only had 30 minutes to take because I was distracted by several different things at once. Were I a smart man I would have realized that the answer to this problem is that the trip takes 40 minutes therefore the right thing to do was to leave ten minutes earlier, or accept that I would be ten minutes late. I didn't think of that though. My first response to the problem was simply to GO FASTER.

Nice. Very freakin' mature huh? So a mile in I hurt from my big toe to my waist and I couldn't seem to make myself slow down either. Or perhaps I was slowing down but it sucked so bad I couldn't tell. At any rate, it was in that place of idiotic agony that I slipped into a place of meditation where I ignored the warning signs of a failing body and focused on what was on my mind at the moment. Fencing.

In the years that I have been involved in fencing I have always stayed near the Divisional helm. Never captain, but always first mate, or at the very least bos'n. I have no desire or qualifications to lead but I have the loyalty to follow the captain all the way to Davey Jones if thats where the wind takes us.

I had during all this time always wondered what was wrong with the good smart people and clubs that ran silent. By that I mean some very good leadership talent was avoiding serving the division and went as far as to actively run away from any division level responsibility.

Now I know. That was the wisdom I found in the burning and shortness of breath. It was so simple and so obvious and I think I may have picked up my pace a little as punishment for not having though of it earlier.

Fencers by our very nature are unique and precious snowflakes no two alike. Our sport is a western martial art. It evolved from two people getting a sword, and one leaving in a box. The simple wisdom that came so late to me is that trying to be organized at a divisional level is taking on the job of cat herder. If there are ten fencers there are ten certain ways to get a single thing done and no one's budging from their plan. All of the others gave it a go, and quickly realized that they couldn't get their way even though it was so obvious that they were right. So those people shifted their focus to their own clubs which had been languishing because of the amount of energy they were throwing away trying to make the other clubs in the division see things their way. Their clubs, their membership rosters, and their level of competitive skill climbed immediately.

Then I thought about my own club. We are down two leaders; one, our matriarch, retired, the other lost interest in the sport due to issues in her personal life. Since they left our membership list shrank, our competitive list dropped to just two, and the remaining leadership were all hands on deck helping set up, run and tear down division events.

So what we really need to do is focus on our own club first and be there for the division if they need equipment or space to hold an event. *facepalm* The epiphany hits like a two ton heavy thing.

And like a reward from the cosmos itself, right at that moment, Cameron pulled up offering me a ride for the final third of the way to class.

April 13, 2008

NC Division II/III National Qualifiers 2008

Did you ever have one of those days where everything was absolutely perfect? I mean, the weather was perfect. The sun was rising in the most pleasing way, the grass was green, the trees were budding, the MP3 player is playing all my favorite songs. My coffee was extra delicious. It was like driving through heaven. That described my trip to Burlington where I was helping run the desk for the 2008 NC Division II/III national fencing qualifiers.

Then I arrived.

The arrival wasn't all that bad really, I carried my gear in and began to set up. Ten minutes later I realized that my computer...the one I use to run fencing tournaments...like the 2008 NC Division II/III national fencing qualifiers...was at home. I had brought the printer, I had brought all the accessories, but no computer. Opening my mind to all potential I called Mario to download the software on his computer while I told Cameron that I may have to make the hour and ten minute round trip back home to get my machine. Mario got the software but it took 24 hours to get the license key to run large tournaments. Damn. I made the drive home in just under 30 minutes, and yes, I may have played a little fast and loose with the posted speed limit. But to my credit, I was alone on the road so I wasn't endangering anyone but myself.

I may have mentioned in the past that I am Karma's bitch. Today was no different. I got the computer, turned around and watched the sun disappear behind dark clouds. A cold wind filled with the smell of rain hit me full in the face. I took off back in the direction of the venue and noted my low fuel light had come on. I had plenty of time to ponder this since I was the fifth car behind a loaded dump truck on a quiet country road. I couldn't pass for many reasons. The number of cars, the short and non-existent passing zones, the fact that my fuel level was low enough that if I went for full burn I'd probably slosh the gas to the back end of tank and stall. Don't forget the whole "do no harm" clause. And then I had to stop for gas. *sigh*

Close of registration for the first event was 9am. It wasn't until 9:05 that I got registration underway. I was not a merry man. All the joy of the first trip out was destroyed with interest and all I could do was try to be civil.

Fencing tournaments run like this. At the close of registration, a seeding chart is posted showing all registered fencers and their current rating. It is the fencer's responsibility to check the seeding chart to verify that their information is correct. If it is wrong, they come up to the registration table and make the correction. There is no penalty, a new chart is posted and we keep rocking on. This is extremely important with regard to the fencer's rating. This makes sure that all the pools are evenly weighted for fairness. Normal window of opportunity is ten minutes.

Someone in the saber event didn't know to check. I know this because his brother didn't check either. I know this because their coach noticed and brought it to our attention- after fencing began. Once the event begins, it isn't exactly easy to stop it. It requires assembling the bout committee discussing the situation and making the call. Since one of the kids who didn't check was entered as a unrated when he was actually rated a "D", stopping was the right decision to make. Where I took personal exception was were I felt that some forces were blame storming in my direction. We do check as best as we can when the fencers are checking in but it is the fencer's responsibility to (a). know what they are rated, and (b). check to make sure it is right. I think the fencer should be penalized for not checking. Other's think it is the check in desk staff's responsibility to check the registration against the latest USFA membership roster. This is cool when the turn out is low and everything is on time, but if there is a huge turnout or some other time crushing event occurs you have two choices, on time or late.

Sunday I took this tactic. The fencer checks in, I ask them to verify their rating. Once we are ready to start the event we will check the list against the national roster and quietly note where the fencer was mistaken. Then we will post the seeding and call them to check. If they don't fix it I will publicly humiliate them. A lot. Repeatedly.

Sunday started exactly the same way as Saturday did. Perfect day, perfect weather, perfect music, perfect cup of coffee. And the computer was in the car. This means that I can really savor and enjoy the humiliation, and not just do it out of spite. It will be a good day.

And it was a good day. All fencers checked, everything ran just the way it was expected and no one had a bad time. I'd call that a win. Even if our club did have two of our plastic expensive "Fencing Tournament" outdoor signs stolen. On the plus side, they are easy to spot and I am perfectly capable of stealing them back.

January 30, 2008

What's Wrong With Fencing Today

With the title alone, I am sure that a great number of sword wielding individuals are loosening up their flame fingers as you read this, so I'd better get to the point right away and capitalize on my second intention. For the last several years fencing clubs and the USFA as a whole has had a marvelous period of membership growth that lead to larger better competitions, better fencers, and a stronger international national program.

Recently clubs and the USFA have begun to notice a decline in the growth rate. In some clubs its turned into a run away shrink rate. I am going to tell you why. Some of you may have already figured it out. For some of you it will be a surprise, not because it is some deep dark secret, its simply because you have never thought of it from this angle.

It has nothing to do with the price of membership.
It has nothing to do with rules changes.
It has nothing to do with rating systems, sportsmanship, or the price of gear.

It has to do with the movies.

Compare a list of the membership numbers for the past ten years with a list of the top grossing movies of the last ten years. You will find a spike that coincides with Olympic years and you will see increases that coincide with the release of each installment of The Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and Pirates of the Caribbean, Star Wars. The unwitting secret of our recent successes has been adventure movies. Now that we have no movies with swords, we've lost the wind in our free publicity sails.

Now we have two choices, we can go out and get some swashbuckling movies made, which is possible with our diverse talent pool, or we can bite the bullet and actually market our sport at the level where people will see it. Clearly one of these is cheaper and easier than the other, but if you are the gambling sort you can surely see the appeal of the other. Plus, hey if nothing else we have more movies with swords to go see with our club mates.

August 23, 2007

Downtown Fencing Club: My Personal Opinion

First some background. Downtown Fencing Club at the Downtown YWCA in Greensboro was created by Dr. Sally Robinson as an outreach program to bring the sport of fencing to what she referred to as "all zip codes". Since the start of the club in 1998 the club has grown by leaps and bounds in, number of students, number of instructors, quality of instruction, quality and quantity of equipment.

We have reached a critical mass, and to use a more geeky term, we are "ready to level up". We have reached a critical mass and are ready to grow and expand. The goal as I see it is to keep up the same quality of fencing instruction at the same low price as always, at our core we are and forever will be an outreach program at our heart as part of the YWCA's mission. It is now also time for us to expand our focus, by taking those students with the talent, and desire to the next level competitively. This of course will require two key ingredients, coaches with the talent and skill necessary to take the student to the next level competitively, and students willing and able to pay for that privilage.

Of course, because of our history and background, we would be able to help "sponsor" students with the desire and the talent, who may not have the bank account to pay for the very valuable instructors. What remains for us as our one year goal is two fold:
First - Make sure we have capital to pay for the elite level coaches.
Second - Make sure that we have a system in place to keep from leaving any less fortunate students behind.

My model? The Peter Westbrook Foundation

Of course, I am not the spokesperson for the YWCA or even the Downtown Fencing Club. I am just one coach among many, and I'd like to see the students we teach go farther and be better than we can make them now.

August 11, 2007

Death of a Despot

A ticker tape parade was held Friday night celebrating the welcome demise of a wicked despot who reveled in the tears of women and children. His three years of rule left behind it a wake of painful bruises, torture, and general, evil laughs.

The dashing masked hero who liberated us was unavailable for comment. The dark deed done he rode quickly and silently into the sunset. No doubt already seeking out the weak and oppressed in other far away lands, that he might liberate them as well.


Mr. Pointy is no more!
Death to tyrannical blades!

July 25, 2007

How To Watch Fencing (Part Five)

To find the saber fencers in the room look for those who most resemble baked potatoes. They wear lamé's like foil fencers, but instead of just a vest, they wear a full long sleeved jacket, with a shiny conductive mask. Everything from the waist up of the saber fencer is target with the exception of the off weapon hand. All that shiny makes saber the most expensive of the weapons to compete in (and most hot). Yet for all of that extra non-breathing clothing, saber is by far the fastest of the three weapons. The first touch is usually scored in the first second of play and time almost never expires before the match ends. Often in fact, they don't even keep time.

The saber fencers creed is strike first, and strike fast. They do not however have to strike hard. Any portion of the blade can score a touch and any contact is all that is necessary to so so. There is no white off target light. It is either on target or not at all. With the speeds involved in saber actions seldom progress farther than the counter-riposte. There is also more theater in saber. With the speeds such as they are, saber fencers tend to use bravado in order to help sway the referee. So in saber, you might see two lights, and two fencers in simultaneous fist pumping action. Thus referees in saber have to be both good and unflappable. Saber fencers can smell weakness in a referee and they will exploit every weakness they can. These truths aside, saber can be the most difficult to watch as a spectator. Referee says fence, two fencers throw themselves bodily at one another and mug for the referee. Two lights, then the referee rewards a touch or not (they have the power to throw it out when they can't determine right-of-way), and the fencers do it all over again.

The rule makers have tried to slow it down as best they can. They have shortened the lockout on the scoring box to help eliminate the double touch, leading to continuations getting the light while the riposte is locked out. They have also changed it back and forth from shorter to longer trying to find that perfect timing. They also eliminated a piece of footwork that helps fencers cover a lot of ground in a hurry. The footwork called the "fléche" (French for "arrow") is performed by essentially throwing yourself at your opponent. The key is crossing your back foot over your front foot and running at the other guy. The rule makers have stated that it is now illegal to cross one foot in front of the other. The upside is it has slowed down saber into sub light speeds. The downside is that now fencers whose feet even come close together are often called "crossing over". While eliminating the crossover helped, fencers are quick adapters, and have found a way to hop on one foot at one another really fast. This innovative piece of footwork is called the "flunge" and means absolutely nothing in any language. Say that in front of a group of saber fencers and they will argue for hours over whether or not the word is what you get when you mate "fléche with lunge", or "flying with lunging". Either way, it is entertaining to watch them argue, try it sometime.

July 24, 2007

How To Watch Fencing (Part Four)

Now that we have a passing understanding of the concept of right-of-way, lets put it in the context of foil. Foil was modeled after the court sword of ages past. It is practice for killing duels. The method of attack is point only, the valid target area is the torso of the body, crotch to neck, and shoulder to shoulder, front and back. Fencers dressed for foil will wear all of the usual protective equipment plus a metallic vest. The vest is wired into the circuit by the body cord.

One of the body cord's wires has an alligator clip which you will see often clipped at the bottom of the metallic vest (called a lamé), either in the back, or in the front under the weapon arm. One would think that you would want something like that in the back out of the way, however, fencers are historically really good cheaters. When there was no ruling on where the clip would be, most fencers put it the back out of the way. Clever fencers would during the lunge, use their off weapon hand (the one not in a glove) to unclip themselves, for the attack, then reclip themselves on the recovery. The reason was, that any hit the opponent made would appear off target.

Rule makers always trying to keep up with cheaters created the rule that the clip should be in the front, under the weapon arm. They will allow it in the back also so long as it is forward of the center line of the lame. I'll talk more about cheating in another chapter.

Foil, like epee is a point weapon. Foil, like Saber is a right-of-way weapon. Because of this, traditional schools start all students in foil first. Historically, everyone started with foil. Boys and men were split between the three weapons based on their size, and speed. Women stayed with foil because the other weapons were too heavy, or brutal for their frail feminine frames. (Ha!) Today male or female can fence anything they want. If a coach steers them in one direction or the other it will be for two reason. First because the coach specializes in one weapon (when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail). Second the coach has figured out how the student thinks and steers them toward the weapon that is more fitting to their personality.

A foil fencer is balanced and tactically minded. They are chess players, even if they don't play chess. A good foil fencer is thinking three steps ahead of their opponent as well as their own actions. When they open with the attack, they are (or should be) thinking about their own counter-riposte.

As foil is a point weapon, attacks lead with the point, typically strait in. Even when they are disengaging, cutting over, or coming back on target, the point leads. One of the arguable exceptions to this is the flick attack. The flick attack changes things but only to a degree. In a normal attack the point leads the weapon in a relatively strait and forward line. In the flick, the point travels in an arch more like a whip than an arrow. However, at the point of impact, the point is still strait on target, even if its path was arcing to get there. Of course, if it is done wrong, the person getting hit by it doesn't get a point against them, they get a bruise. The flick is a more advanced attack that fails more often than it succeeds, and the rule makers are striving find ways to limit its use for the sake of the game. If you want to attack with an arc, you would have fenced saber to begin with.

Foil requires 500 grams of pressure to score a touch on valid target. Valid target is the shiny part. A hit anywhere else scores an off target hit, which is signified by a white light on the scoring box. A white light stops the action, but doesn't give the fencer a touch. Only foil offers the "off target hit". The referee calls right-of-way just like they always did, if fencer"A" has right-of-way and hits off target, the action stops there, no touch is awarded and the fencers begin again from wherever they were halted. The referee will signify "center is here", the fencers line up extension distance from that line wherever it might be.


July 23, 2007

How to watch Fencing (Part Three)

The most difficult part of watching foil and saber is dealing with the concept of "right of way". In principal it is very simple. Foil and Saber are modeled after dueling to the death. The target area is limited to places where you could die if run through in that location. For instance, torso where we keep our vital organs, and in saber head where we keep our brain, and arms which are prone to being loped off. The idea is that if two armed combatants came at one another with sharpened steal for truth and justice, one would attack, the other, (that one not wanting to die) would defend themselves (parry), then strike out on an attack of their own (riposte). The overriding goal is I kill you, you die, I go home alive with a cute woman (or man) on my arm.

If combatant "A" attacked combatant "B", and "B" did nothing but attack right back, then when the dust settled, both would be dead, but one of them would have been a bigger fool for not defending himself. Right-of-way attempts to reward the smart (with a point), while punishing the not so smart (no touch).

But modern right-of-way weapons are not lethal, and we've gone out of our ways to protect the fencer from accidents with the hot white clothing and blades that bend. In a modern bout you might see fencer "A" "have at" fencer "B", while fencer "B" goes back at fencer "A". As the spectator you see both fencers get hit, and the box indicates a double touch, yet the referee only gives fencer "A" a point. You and everyone around you saw the other light go off too, and if you were looking closely, it might have even gone off first. The referee is applying the rules of right of way, "A" attacked first, "B" didn't defend. Both hit, "A" was the attacker, and hit on target, both got a light, but only the attacker "A" got a point.

Both the federation of international fencing, called the FIE (Federation International Escreme, the world fencing org's official language is French), and the USFA (The United States Fencing Association) are constantly trying to do things to make the right of way weapons more understandable to the at home audience. Most of these attempts deal with the timing between the hit fencer "A" landed and the hit fencer "B" landed. The problem is this. If "A" starts first, he/she has right of way, but if fencer "B" lands first, their light goes off first. If the lockout timing on the box is too short the box shows fencer "B" having the only hit. If the lockout timing is long enough to acknowledge the slower attack, you have a bunch of double touches. Most people who have been fencing for a long time bemoan the new rules as watering down the right of way weapons into epee. While they are right in a sense, they aren't offering up any solutions to how to make the right of way weapons easier to watch by the non-fencers at home or in the stands. What seems to work best (for TV anyway) is the slow instant replay where the announcer can break down the actions showing right of way as they go. This is nothing more than wishful thinking when you are watching it live. Live you have to first listen to the referee's replay of the last action, and second also most important take his word for it. That is really the hardest part. The referee is only human and what you see might not be what they saw, worse yet, they might actually be wrong. However they are the referee and cannot be "wrong". Therefore a smart fencer is paying attention to the referee's calls. If the referee isn't seeing what the fencer thinks they are doing, they are responsible for trying something else. After the bout, the fencers, fans, etc can cry moan and complain about the blind referee. If the referee's reputation gets bad enough in the right circles, they will find themselves doing less and less refereeing. Refereeing is as political a game as being a Supreme Court Judge, only without the pay or real authority.

Now, to try and spot the right of way yourself. Look for the fencer whose weapon is moving forward threatening valid target first. The difficulty level is this it is independent of the body's movement. You can be on the attack and still be moving backwards. It takes training of the eye to see what is the attack and what isn't. It might have been easier if the blades started from some place of stillness, but no, that would be too easy, the weapons are waving all through the air in every direction fencers are moving up and down the strip and through it all you have to be able to notice the moment one of the fencer's weapons moves forward threatening valid target. But wait! There's more, I didn't even mention how the other fencer is reacting! Did they counterattack? Did they defend themselves? To see it, and get it, you have to break it down like you used to break down sentences in school.
Fencer "A" attacks, fencer "B" counterattacks. Two lights go off. Fencer "A" has the attack, because they initiated the attack. Point "A".

Fencer "A" attacks, fencer "B" uses their blade to parry the attack, and they immediately reposted. Fencer "A" had the attack, fencer "B" took it away when they parried, their immediate riposte gave them right-of-way, one hit, one light for "B", point "B".

Fencer "A" attacks, fencer "B" uses their blade to parry the attack, and they immediately reposted, fencer "A" continues in and hits anyway. Fencer "A" had the attack, fencer "B" took it away when they parried, their immediate riposte gave them right-of-way. There are two lights, because both fencers hit, but we can pretty much ignore fencer "A" continuation because fencer "B" had right of way, and fencer "B" hit. Point "B".


Fencer "A" attacks, fencer "B" uses their blade to parry the attack, and they immediately reposted but misses, fencer "A" continues in and hits anyway. Fencer "A" had the attack, fencer "B" took it away when they parried, their immediate riposte gave them right-of-way. But there is only one light because "B" missed. Since only "A" hit, "A" gets the touch.

Does your head hurt yet? Just wait!

Fencer "A" attacks, fencer "B" uses their blade to parry the attack, they immediately reposted but, fencer "A" parries back and counter riposte. Fencer "A" had the attack, fencer "B" took it away when they parried, their immediate riposte gave them right-of-way, but fencer "A" parried them taking right-of-way back. Fencer "A"'counter riposte misses, fencer "B"s continuation misses, Fencer "A" pulls back and tries again with a remise. Fencer "B" pulls back and tries again with a remise. Both hit. Before you go get two aspirin, the breakdown isn't all that bad. "A" had it and lost it. "B" had it and lost it. "A" had it and missed. "B" had it and missed. "A" tried again and hit. "B" tried again and hit. "A" gets the touch.

Don't forget, to take a full eight ounces of water with your headache remedy. While you're away, think about the poor referee who has to keep up with all that all day long during a tournament.

In an oversimplified way then, right-of-way is like taking turns, the difference is that instead of giving someone their turn, you are taking it from them. So foil and saber fencing is a lot like pre-school, only you are encouraged not to share, and no one gets nap time.

July 15, 2007

Bastille Day: Epees in the Park

Saturday the 14th Salle New Bern hosted a Bastille Day fencing event in a beautiful park on the Neuse river. Those of you who remember me and heat related illness, remember that my heat management is awful. Or to put it in geekier terms, I have a single heat sink in my head, where I really need two double clan heat sinks in my legs. Should Woody 2.0 ever go into production, you can be sure this will be a design change for the better (so long as the engine, weapons, and armor budget holds out).

Honestly, I probably wouldn't have even tried to fence in this tournament, but my parents live so close to the event, and they have never seen me fence before. I set mom and dad up under a canopy, gave dad my camera and tripod and let them have their own experience with my world.

In my pools I won two and lost two. My first bout was against the tournament's only "C" rated fencer. It was two bouts later, watching him fence I realize that he was left handed. Bummer.
If you are interested, here are all of my results in this tournament.

Heat management in the morning was well, I had been super hydrating over the previous week and I literally sloshed when I walked. I was sweating well, I had plenty to drink, and the breeze from the Neuse was very cooling. After pools, I stripped down and cooled in preparation for the results and direct elimination. I came out of pools 7th out of 20, which is right where I like to be, and I got a bye in the first round. My first direct elimination bout was against as our luck always has it a fencer from my own club. It never fails. I ended up against Jim who came out of pools 10th. Jim started with my club but has moved on to get extra instruction from one of the local Maestros. What this translates into is Jim can take my lunch money on the strip any time and any place he chooses. It is a good thing. I don't get better if I don't have to be better, know what I mean. Plus as he puts it, as one of his first coaches, even if I lose against him, I win as a coach. Nice. :)

The first thing I noticed in pools was he was holding back and playing it safe. Against a better fencer this is a good idea, against me, it is a strange decision. All of his hits were within a three inch circle on the right side of my chest next to my shoulder joint. All of my touches were on random places from his hand to his shoulder, except for two hail Mary's on center mass. The score stayed close, and once or twice I even managed to tie up the score. The end result was he ended the match with a double touch 13-15, and my day was done. At first I wondered why he was holding back so much letting the score stay so close. It was a dangerous ploy as accidents do happen, and I might have gotten some surprise touches using the Daffy Duck effect. I had hoped he was simply conserving energy for his next bout, which is very smart. It was only later it dawned on me that he was keeping it close on purpose so my parents would get a good show. That was mighty thoughtful of him. I think I might owe him a beer for that.

After fencing I went off to dress down in the restroom. While there, I suddenly went from heat condition nominal to heat condition high. I don't know why exactly for at that particular moment I was wearing only my undies and a moisture wicking shirt. Either way, I got my shorts and shoes on in a hurry and got back out in the breeze. I knew there was a heat problem because suddenly my head starts pounding, my face gets very flush, and all the heat tries to dissipate out of my head, but there simply isn't enough surface area to do it effectively.

On the way back to the shade of the camp and the care of my "personal health care specialist". I ran into a school mate from elementary school and her children. When I found out that there was a fencing event in New Bern, I invited her to bring her kids so they could see fencing. It isn't like they can exactly watch it on ESPN's sport center. As I was finished fencing I was able to stand with them and talk about what they were seeing. I think it was educational, I don't know that they are clamoring to sign up, but at least they won't ever have to say, "What the heck are they doing?" <-- Someone asked my mother that exact question earlier in the day.

Of course there are pictures...

Bastille Day

July 10, 2007

How to Watch Fencing (Part Two)

In Part One we discussed the generals of a fencing tournament. In part two we are going to talk about one style of fencing and the trials and tribulations of trying to watch it.

Swords for dummies. Or as we like to say in fencing "Epee". Yep, that word that keeps turning up in the crossword puzzles is the easiest of the three weapons to watch. We like to say that all you need to referee epee is thumbs (to use the timer). Then we spend the better part of a half hour likening which ever epee referee is closest to a certain simian president.

The epee while visually the largest and most imposing of the weapons, in reality it is analogous to the least deadly form of dueling. It is modeled after rapier dueling to first blood. The epee is about a meter long and weights about a pound. It takes 750 grams of pressure to push the button on the tip and score. While it does require the hardest hit of the three weapons, it still isn't all that much, yet bruising may occur, and will be about the size of a quarter. The width of the blade and the largeness of the bell guard makes it appear much larger and heavier than it actually is. The extra large bell guard is there to protect the weapons hand which is valid target in epee.

In epee, everything is valid target. From the top of the head, to the bottom of the foot, hit it first and you get a point. Hit it at the same time your opponent hits you, and you get a point. The only way not to get a point in epee is to hit last, or miss entirely. For this reason, a good epee fencer will attempt to hit what is closest to them and if they miss, they try to hit the next thing down the line, hand, wrist, elbow, bicep, shoulder, knee, chest, head, foot, back shoulder, back arm, back wrist, back hand and so on. All you have to do is hit them before they hit you.

In watching the bouts among epee fencers. You will notice that the fencers are generally patient and will more likely counter attack than attack. They want their opponent's closest target as close to them as possible without giving anything up. When a fencer attacks they are bringing their weapon arm closer to their opponent, and thus, bring their target closer. The referee is watching for rule breaking and stepping off of the strip. The modern scoring box stops the clock and advances the score with each hit, meaning the referee only needs to press "start" on the remote when they say "fence". With older scoring boxes, they would still prefer to use a timer and scoring person to keep up with the stop watch and clip board. The only lights seen are red and green, each signifies a point to one fencer or the other.

Epee bouts tend to last a while, and it is not unheard of in epee for time to run out before either fencer reaches the number of touches necessary to win the bout. In the case of a tie, the referee flips a coin. The winner of the coin toss has what is called "priority". They then fence for a minute, if no one scores in that minute, the one with priority wins the bout. During regulation time it is possible to get a double touch, where each fencer hits at the same time, and both get a point. The only exceptions to this are in the case of a tie, or during the priority minute. In those cases a single touch by one fencer is necessary to win.

The best hits in epee are those that you don't see. These hits are quick and precise hits to the bottom of the hand and wrist that don't appear at fencing speed to have hit anything, yet the light does not lie.

The truth is the light does lie. The bell guard of each weapon is wired into the system such that hits to the bell guard won't cause a touch to be scored unless, there is rust, tape, finger nail polish, etc to keep the tip from making electrical contact with the bell. Meanwhile, the floor can be a problem. The wiring of the epee allows for a touch to be scored anytime the tip is depressed unless it is pushed against something that is wired into the circuit. At high level tournaments the epee fencers fence on metallic surfaces that are wired to the score box. A hit to the floor in these circumstances would not cause the light to signal a touch. At most tournaments, the hosts cannot afford to buy the metallic fencing surfaces so the referees are counted on to throw out any touches that are accidentally scored against the floor. A smart fencer won't try to make toe touches in these circumstances. An unethical fencer will because it is possible they could bluff their way into a free touch. Often at lower level tournaments the you may hear the fencers call "floor" after a touch, either to say that they hit the floor or to say their opponent did. Fencers may request, and referees may assign "floor judges". These are usually two people who have agreed to stand at each end of the strip and watch for errant hits against the floor, tables, chairs, bystanders, etc.

To find the epee in a room, look for the fencers who are wearing their fencing whites with no extra equipment like shiny vest, jackets, or masks. They will be the ones who look the most comfortable and relaxed.

July 3, 2007

How to Watch Fencing (Part One)

Walking into a fencing tournament for the first time can be very daunting, especially for spectators. With ball sports you have certain expectations. You sit here, that team all wears the same color and are over there, the other team wears a completely different color and they are opposite the first team. All you really have to do is watch the ball, glance at the scoreboard, and listen to the announcer. Fencing is almost exactly like that, except for the fact that it isn’t. You won’t know for sure where to sit, everyone is wearing white, some are wearing iridescent vest while others are wearing iridescent jackets. There is no announcer, and if there is a scoreboard at all, the whole thing is about eight inches tall by twenty inches wide, and they are scattered all over the place. This document will hopefully explain enough to allow you to follow along without burying you in the history, trivia, and vocabulary that you are probably constantly surrounded by already by knowing a fencer to begin with.

Part One: The Basics
Seating for ball sports is easy, you sit up in the stands to the left and the right of the action looking down on the playing field. The best seats are in the middle, and they cost the most. The good news is that in America, watching a fencing tournament is completely free. The bad news is that you will most likely need to bring your own chair, and figure out for yourself where to sit where you can watch a strip without being in the way. You cannot sit between strips. Strips are typically setup with two close together, with a largish space on either side. The scoring boxes will go in the narrow space and the referees get the big open spaces. You may not walk between the referee and their strip. With the larger space often so small that the referees have to stand back to back to work there is no way to get a “good seat” at most tournaments. To make matters worse, what space is left over will likely be taken up by the fencers themselves, and their long bags, coolers, other bags, and personal chairs (assuming the fencer isn’t laying out flat on the floor between bouts). Apart from that there are no hard and fast rules about finding a place to sit. Fencing tournaments held in basketball gyms have bleachers, however if the bleachers are the kind that can be pushed against the wall, tournament organizers will often do it to increase the space available for fencing strips themselves.

The fencing strip (also known as a piste) is 14 meters long and around 2 meters wide. It is divided with a minimum of four lines. The “en guard” lines are each 2 meters from the center of the strip and fencing starts here at the beginning of each bout and after each point scored. 1.5 meters from the end of each strip is a line defining a box (often with an “X” in it). This is called the warning box. The warning is that you are about to back off the end of the strip. If you see a fencer step off of the end of the strip, it is handled much like a safety in football. The person is penalized by leaving the rear edge of the playing area by a point being awarded to the other. Both feet must leave the end of the strip before they are out of bounds. There is also a penalty for leaving the side of the strip. This penalty is the loss of one meter by the offending fencer. If you step off of the side of the strip in the warning box, you are very likely going to find yourself losing a meter right off of the back of the strip. This is the same penalty as walking off of it on your own power.

Each strip has a scoring box which at the most basic has four large lights and a couple of small lights. The major lights will be red, green, and two clear ones. The minor ones will be yellow. Each side of the box will have a colored light, a clear light, and a little yellow light. At the most fancy, the box will have those lights, plus a score board, a timer, and a few small red lights that keep up with penalties, priority, and other like things that won’t be nearly as important to you as it is to the fencer.
Each strip will also have a referee and if he or she is very lucky a scorekeeper as well. At a low level event the fencers may have to take turns refereeing. At good low level events the referee is wearing street cloths because they aren’t also fencing. At a good event, the referees will be wearing navy blue blazers. The referee determines who is awarded the touch and administers penalties as needed.

The fencers when called to the strip will first hook themselves into the scoring system, this is the long spring loaded cord that connects them to the scoring box. As they move the spring in the reel takes up the slack so they don’t trip over the cord should they suddenly run backwards. The next thing the fencers will do is wait to have their weapon inspected by the referee. If it is their first bout the referee may check to make sure that their equipment has all the proper inspection marks and that they are wearing it. They make sure that there is a clip to keep the body cord plugged into the socket. In epee and foil they check to make sure the weapon’s tip can support the required weight, in epee they make sure that the tip passes a “shim test”. If the weapon fails any of these various test, it is confiscated for the duration of the bout, and the fencer has to get their backup weapon. The USFA rule book requires that each fencer bring to strip two body cords, and two weapons. In practicality, you will see fencers bring several body cords and as many weapons as they can afford/carry.

In a tournament only two fencers can fence on a strip at one time, so event organizers have as many strips set up as they have room for. In a small space this may be only three strips. They might only have one event going on at once and if they have a good turn out there may be upwards of 40 fencers all waiting to fence. That is a lot of people milling around in a small space with three scoring boxes beeping and lighting up all at once. At Division II/III summer nationals in Miami in 2007, there were 96 strips and 4500 fencers. If only two fencer can fence on a strip at any given time and there are 96 strips than there are only 192 fencers fencing at any given time. For this reason Summer Nationals is a ten day event. The noise of 96 beeping boxes, the flashing of cameras, 96 boxes, and the milling around of that many people make large events almost overwhelming for the most seasoned veterans. For this reason and several others a system of hand signals is used by the referees to make calls and award points.

Fencing Hand Signals Used by Referees

En guard” Fencer is in en guard position, and not moving.

Ready?

Not so much a question, as a command. Get ready.

“Fence”:

The command to get on with it.

“Halt”:

The command to stop. If they don’t hear it, they shouldn’t stop.

“Point in line”:

Fencer attacks by holding their weapon strait out.

Attack”:

Blade is extending, threatening valid target.

Touch Against Left

Mirror this and it is a touch against right. “This side got hit.”

“Point for Right”:

This side gets a point. (Reverse if the let gets the point)

“Off Target”: (foil)

You’ve hit but not on target. (white light)

“Parry”:

The defender defended by using their blade to deflect the attacker’s blade.

“Double Touch”:

Both fencers got hit at once.

“Touch for Each”: (epee) Both fencers get a point.

“No”:

The attack didn’t hit anything.

“Preparation”:

Not the attack, but getting ready to attack. (telegraphing)

Card: Penalties.

Yellow = Warning

Red = Touch Against

Black = Ejection

“Abstain”:

I have no idea what just happened. Or, Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.

Most tournaments follow a similar format with one set of “pools” followed by direct elimination. Other sports have pools too, but they have another name for it. They call it “a season”, and it usually takes months. As fencers sign up they declare their rankings which determine an estimate of their skill level. Most fencers are unrated. The next highest rating is “E”, then “D”, then “C”, then “B” and finally “A”. Event organizers will look at the number of fencers they have, the number of available strips they have and create a number of pools where the size and strength of skill level are roughly equal. Each fencer has to fence every other fencer in their pool in five touch bouts (or three minutes which ever comes first). Once finished, the organizers will count up for each fencer, how many wins, how many losses, how many touches scored, how many touches received and finally indicator. The indicator is the number of touches scored, minus the number of touches received. This number could be positive or negative, positive being better. Once done with this for each pool they will go to each pool and compare the fencers with the most wins. The person with the most wins is first, when there are pools where the winner in each had the same number of wins, they look next to indicators. The fencer with the most wins and the highest indicator is in first place. They then go down the list, first by wins, and second by indicators until everyone has a place from first to last. Sometimes two fencers will have the same number of wins, same indicator, same number of touches scored, and finally same number of touches received. When this happens, there is nothing else to do but make them tied. That place will have a “T” beside it to show that it is tied, and they will skip the next lowest place number. For instance. 1st, 2nd, 3rdT, 3rdT, 5th etc.

Once this grand total of the results is figured out, they can then place the fencers on a direct elimination tableau just like you see in all of the other sports out there. The tableau comes in different sizes to fit your needs. Organizers use the tableau that holds everyone. If there are 8 a tableau of 8 is used. If there are 9, a tableau of 12 has to be used. Everyone has their place on the tableau, and the first place will fence against the last place on the tableau. In the example of 8, the number 1 fencer would fence the number 8 fencer. If there are nine fencers they have to use the 12 tableau, so the first three places get a “bye” and don’t have to fence the first round at all. The reward of placing high is fencing easy bouts. The penalty for placing low is having to fence someone much better than you. The bouts to watch in the first rounds are those in the middle because the fencers there are evenly matched and thus the fencing is exciting to watch and there is no clear winner going in. All direct elimination bouts are to 15 touches. The format is three - three minute periods of fencing, with a one minute break between each. If the bout is going very quickly and one fencer reaches 8 before the end of the first period, the referee will often allow a one minute break. (Usually as an opportunity for the losing fencer’s coach to impart some much needed wisdom.) Note, a single person may approach the fencer to bring them water and a pep talk, but no more than one may come to visit.

Stay tuned for part two in the series "How to Watch Fencing: The Weapons"

May 21, 2007

DFC "No Reason" social event

Yesterday we held our first ever, "No Reason" club social and tournament. It is an opportunity for fencers of all classes to get together, meet, mingle, and fence one another. The way "no reason" works is this. You roll dice, in this case, a giant wooden D4 created by our own talented Jim, and to his credit, he did not weight them in his favor. On the face of the dice are written either "foil" , "epee", or "saber". What you roll is what you fence.

The amazing social aspect of all this is that often times a student might roll something they have never fenced before. When that happens we dress them up, show them how to hold the weapon, give them a brief rundown of the rules and just let them go for it. They have fun trying something new, and it is just as likely their opponent is at a disadvantage as well.

We ran repercharge, which is a fancy fencing word for double elimination. The top finishers won a little pirate or ninja rubber ducky. Afterwards we all went to the park and had a really nice covered dish dinner.

The only little issue the whole day was that going into the event I knew that our club didn't have a saber lame in my size. There are several good reasons for it. For instance, I have no business competing in saber with my heat management issues. I should instead of expecting the club to buy me a lame, choose to lose enough weight to fit into the size 48 lame we have. So, knowing about the lame thing I made a fair proclamation, anyone who rolled saber and was fencing me got an automatic win. A few stated that if that happened they would just re-roll, they wanted to fence. Most of them were excited about the 33% chance of winning a bout without fencing it.

Lots of saber was fenced yesterday, but no one rolled saber against me. I came out second in pools, and won the tournament defeating Trevor in epee. The truth is, I needed that win. It was for fun, it was with friends, but I had never actually won before and it was a good safe place to see what that felt like.

What does it feel like? It feels like sore muscles, tiredness, and bruising, (even on my back). But the little pirate ducky is cute. I also learned something very important about myself. Yes infact the uniform does make me look fat...damn it. (even though I got the touch)



March 27, 2007

Magnum Duckie Escrime

This may take some explaining.
There is this guy called Zefrank, who did this thing called The Show with ZeFrank which was a year long vlog project that was so amazing that he got a huge following of people who loved him and his work.

He started many projects of which the world could join and contribute and one of his projects is called "the ORG". The ORG is a place where people can get together and work collaboratively on stuff, share stuff they have made, and generally connect with humanity. The ORG has what are called "Packs", which are groups of people with a similar interest. We have created the pack Magnum Duckie Escrime which is open to all fencers or those interested in the sport of fencing.

Why not? It doesn't cost anything.

Recovery booster

After fencing on Sunday, and again I wasn't going for the gold or anything, I went out to have some fun, get some exercise and hang out with friends. I was completely successful on all counts. However, Monday all day I felt like I had fenced and then walked home from Raleigh. I was exhausted, my muscles were exhausted and recovery wasn't on anyone's radar.

By the end of the day I was more than a little worried about being able to do anything at all in my foil class. Mario was back but he had been out a week sick and I didn't know what condition I would find him in. It seems to me in situations there is only ever one thing that will do. Protein!!! And as much as I can hold.

So just before leaving for foil, I ate an order of chicken wings, and an order of General Tso's chicken (no rice please, I'm trying to quit). I scarfed the food down before I was really aware I was eating, it was disappointing to see it gone. The effect however was almost as good as the effect spinach has on Popeye. I got to class, dealt with the biological issues associated with suddenly having battered deep fried chicken in a fat and sodium laden sauce, and commenced to fence some pretty decent foil. It was a good night.

Now today, I feel like the Monday after should have felt. The lesson I have learned is this. The meal I eat after a fencing tournament should be meat. Not a sprinkle of meat on a salad. Salad? I must have lost my freakin' mind. Clearly I had forgotten the Omnivore's Creed, and it won't happen again. Balance in all things, measured by weight, not by volume.

March 26, 2007

Another weekend, another tournament

Man I'm tired.

I have no idea why, sure I competed yesterday, but I didn't fence all that hard. I went to a tournament that was rated "A2". Of the 29 people fencing all were rated but 10. I was of that 10. Therefore, I had no expectations to kick butt and take names, so I could relax, focus on the fun part of fencing, get a little exercise, and hang out with my friends.

I ended up winning a bout that I had no reason winning. Of course I lost a bout or two I didn't have much business losing, but those aren't mysteries. The guy I won against is a rated fencer, who I have inexplicably beaten before. I don't know if he always seriously understates the fat man, or if I do something that completely unravels him. Either way, I always feel dumbfounded beating him.

Today I feel like I walked to Raleigh, fenced the day, and ran back home chased the whole way by demons. My dreams were messed up too. I dreamed that someone mistook me for an actor that even as I type this I have no idea what he even looks like. She had a newspaper and his face was on the cover, and it did look like me. I decided to play along with her, be real nice, and leave a good impression. I have no idea if the actor is a nice guy or not, but it was important to me that the woman believed she met a nice guy. I don't even remember the other dream, but I do remember it didn't have cars or women in it, so at least I know it couldn't have been a nightmare.

Fencing hangovers we call it. And its been months since I have even had a beer. I must be wearing out or something.

March 5, 2007

Greensboro's Regional Fencing Circuit 2007 Wrap-up

Over the weekend we had 50 fencers competing between the ages of 9 and 14 in 18 events, that puts us at about 200 people with coaches, parents, grandparents, siblings, and the competitors themselves. We received no complaints, and everyone seemed to have a good time.

The Downtown Fencing Club fielded 11 fencers with 16 entries total on our roster. We brought home a total of 9 medals, 1 first, 4 seconds, and 4 thirds. It was a good two days for our club.

On the running side, we had few obvious goofs, and a couple of quite goofs. Our biggest unforseen goof was that thanks to new technologies fencers can now preregister and prepay for tournaments through a website called askFRED. This is a very good thing. As now when we hold a tournament we know in advance how many to expect and can plan referees, and strips accordingly. It also allows word of our events to reach a wider audience. For instance this RYC attracted youth from as far south as Florida and as far north as Maryland. For the fencers it is a good thing because they are able to pay for the event with a credit card. The site takes a modest cut and mails us a check after the results are posted. Everyone wins. The drawback we stumbled onto at the last moment was this. We wanted the fencers to have a great experience so we hired five referees and two armorers. It took half of our gross to do this, but we felt it was worth it for the quality of the event.

Then suddenly Sunday afternoon, someone said, "If almost everyone paid with a credit card online how are we going to pay the referees today?" Panic!!! Through selling bottled water, and a few last minute entries at the door, we had about a forth of what we needed. We ended up having to pass the hat amoung the leadership of the club and write IOU's. At the final hour we had managed to scrape up enough to pay the referees and armorers.

Lesson Learned: Have the YWCA write checks for the referees time in advance. We don't have to give them their checks until the end, but we need to have to them.

Other lesson learned: Booser clubs rock! Thanks to the generous donations of food from the parents and local businesses we were able to feed our referees, armorers, and volunteer staff. This meant that for once we were able to host a quality event with a good turnout that didn't end up being a loss or a break even financial situation. All clubs hold tournaments as fund raisers, because we focus on youth events, we can never hope to get the draw and the money that opens bring in. At least now we can be sure that our program doesn't cost the YWCA anything.

March 4, 2007

Greensboro RYC 2007 Day 2

Yesterday was a good day. As a tournament organizer, everything was smooth and on time. No one needed medical help. No one cried, and no parents behaved badly.

As a coach it was a good day too. We fielded seven fencers and we brought home five medals. All in all a good day.

Today we have four fencers and I predict we'll be taking home four medals. We have good kids. No we are not one of those feel good sports were everyone wins and everyone gets a prize. This is fencing, not happy feel good Barney day. If the blades were sharp there would be just one winner and a room full of dead kids. As we are a sport, there is a first, a second, and two thirds (that way we don't have to fence off for third).

As I wrote this one of our fencers just took third in Epee. That means the other will take first or second. The other two medals are still up in the air, but I am confident in my fencers.

If you are interested in coming out and seeing what all of the fuss is about, we are on the UNCG campus, in the Health and Human Performance Building (HHP) in the UNCG ancestral home of fencing the Coleman Research Gym (room 248).

I suspect the fencing will wind up today by about 4pm.

Ya'll come!

March 3, 2007

Fencing: Mid Atlantic RYC 2007

The Downtown Fencing Club is hosting this years Mid Atlantic Regional Youth Circuit fencing tournament. As I am the one behind the desk at the computer running the event, you get first hand play by play fencing blogging action.

Our first event was Y10 saber "Y10" means that the fencers are ten years old or less. Our fencer, took second, and as I am the solo saber coach for our club right now, that makes me pretty happy.

The second event (In progress), is the Y14 Saber. We have no fencers in this age group. However over all this is a touch competition. In this state, we have some very strong young saberist. The finals was fenced between a "C" and a "D" rated fencer. Ratings are no easy thing and it starts with "E" and goes up to "A".

The other event going on right this second is Y10 epee. All of the fencers in this event are from our club! Needless to say, no matter how it turns out, our club rocks. :)

After lunch we will have Y12 Foil and Y14 Epee. Both will be strong events with great fencers. In case you are interested, we are on the UNCG Campus in the Health and Human Performance building (HHP) in Room 247 known as The Coleman Research Gym. Things are on schedule, so we should be finished by 5pm.

Tomorrow things pick up again at 8am and again I suspect baring great chaos and anarchy, we'll be finished by 5pm.

Y'all come!

March 2, 2007

Booster Clubs Rule!

I don't know whose idea it was to organize the parents of youth athletes into a volunteer force of nature, but my hats off to them. Wow! We got ourselves some of that booster club and I can't say enough good about them.

What normally takes the coaches hours to do getting ready for a tournament, cost our club hundreds of dollars in the process, is taking very few hours to do now, and almost no expense to the club at all.

It went so well for the tournament setup that we had time to give the children competing in the tournament a group lesson. We have never had that kind of extra time before. We have never had that kind of volunteer force before!

If your youth activity doesn't have a booster club yet, you really need to get one. They rock!

February 26, 2007

Best fencing day ever

If you click on this link you will see all of the results of all of the tournaments I have been in since my triumphant return to fencing back in the summer. My goal has always been to land in the middle. If you notice the trend you will see that I have met my goal more times than I have missed it. The two times I missed the most was my first tournament, I suffered badly from the heat and was pretty bad off. The other worst result was yesterday.

You must be wondering what I did wrong to do so poorly and why am I so deluded as to call it my best fencing day ever? Surely he's suffered from heat exhasution and is hallucinating. Nope. I fenced the best I ever fenced against the toughest crowd I have faced yet. In the "E" and under I fenced a "D", twice! That's how tough it was.

Of course this brings up a problem, I fenced the best I ever fenced, and my results show me at nearly the worst I have ever done. What's up with that? Honestly, the tournament proved to me that my initial premise of "success" was faulty. My goal of landing in the middle of the pack assumes that the "pack" is a constant.

My whole line of thought comming back into competition was that I would strive to be in the middle of the pack, behind the fit and well trained top half and ahead of the less trained and less experienced newbies. When I constantly landed in the middle, as time went on I would slowly find myself closer to the top as I gain fitness and competition experience. I still have no burning desire to win. The guys who have to "win" never look like they are having fun when they fence, and I fence because it is fun. If it isn't why do it?

However, as neat and tidy as my premise was it fails to take into account that at some tournaments the competitors will be better overall and everyone who fences gets just a little bit better after each competition. In order to stay in the middle those below me are going to pass me as the ones above me become rated high enough they can't fence in the competitions I fence in.

I'm not losing any sleep over it, infact as I write this I can hardly keep my eyes open. I now know my whole premise is wrong and at this time I don't even know if I am going to craft a new goal set. Why bother, when I'm still having fun right?

February 18, 2007

Fencing Needs Rodeo Clowns Too

Yesterday I fenced in a tournament at Brevard college. I was able to go because Cameron was willing to give me a ride, and she had to be there as the division's tournament observer. My intent was the same as it ever was. Go, meet new people, fence a little, and try not to embarrass myself or my clubmates. It sounds really simple when you write it out like that, but in practice I find it all really complicated to accomplish.

Brevard is a college club, and not a team, so it all reminded me of the early days back in UNCG's fencing club. They were all winging it as best as they could and counting on the kindness of strangers to make it all come together. We brought a box and a set of reels which was a kindness and I got to fence for free in return. That was good. In the bad list, they had lined up a dedicated referee who never showed up. Dedicated referees are really necessary for foil, where the referee has to be concise, knowledgable, focused, and able to withstand the constant questioning and antics of the fencers who will use every trick they can think of to bully you into calling something their way. Most of the rated referees in the state were all at JO's and unavailable.

Foil took a long time. I started helping ref, but I was pretty quickly 0wnz3d by fencers who figured out how to push my buttons. I found myself feeling more like a rodeo clown than an official of any kind. I gave up and sat down, fortunately Cameron stepped up. She didn't want to do it, but she was amazing. Hand signels, calmness, and that eye thing that makes the bad boys sit down and shut up. I'm talking about the total referee package. She finished the pool I started, and went on to referee all the way up to the semi-finals.

Epee, which I was going to fence for free was supposed to start at one PM. Because of a lack of foil referees we didn't get epee on the road until 3pm. About half of the fencers were complaining about it starting late and the other half were thrilled that they had gotten 15 people to show up with enough ratings to make it a D1 tournament. I didn't care either way. I have no ratings aspirations, and I knew that I was there for the duration with Cameron anyway.

My first bout I lost 5-0. I'm not complaining. I always tank my first bout. There is a well known and well documented way to not tank your first bout. It is called "warming up", and usually involves some mild exercise, and something that looks a little like fencing. I made my decision early in my come back career no never to "warm up", because that takes valuable energy and creates heat. I never have enough energy to get me through the day and I always generate way too much heat. The fencer in question was quick and offered no target. To defeat him you have to take the target from him. So in the end I won two, lost two and came out at a negative two. Remember my personal target goal is zero. I believe that the newbie's place is a low negative number and the highly competitive skilled fencers should be a high positive number. That saves the middle for the guys like myself who just want to fence because fencing is fun.

With my 2-2 win loss ratio and my indicator of -2 I came out 8th out of 15 going into direct elimination. So that was just about where I wanted to be. My first DE bout is against the 9th place guy. This is good as I know that my first DE is against a person who is as skilled as I am. If I lose here, it will be a good close bout against an equal, and that is nothing to be ashamed of. As it worked out, the winner of that bout had to fence his next bout against the guy who came in 1st.

Unfortunately that winner was me.

I had been watching the guy fence through the day with a sense of wonder. I wondered why he spent the money on the most expensive FIE rated clear mask he could find. I wondered why he fenced like Daffy Duck. Or, if you would rather give him credit, I wondered why he fenced "Monkey Style". I wondered why he did those silly low bows, faked civility, and kissed women's hands and stuff. I wondered why he was D rated, and I wondered most of all how could he have possibly come out of pools in first place. There were one or two fencers in the room who were better than he was, and they were placed out of pools in second and fourth.

Still those were the cards I was delt, and I knew I could fence my own game and score some touches on him, maybe even enough to make it a sporting bout for him. The first touch was his. Huh? I must have gotten locked out. The second touch was his. Huh? I could have sworn I hit him first. The third touch was his. Huh? Well, he is a D fencer, maybe he's better than I realized. I decided right about here that I wasn't going to blog about this tournament...ever. After two minutes the score was 9-0 and my "Statistical Annomily" light was flashing in the back of my mind. I asked to have my weapon tested. It did not work. One point was annulled. The score is 8-0 now. I wondered just how many touches I lost due to a dead weapon. I scored my first touch of the day and we went into our first one minute break.

Fencing is geometry. It doesn't matter at any given moment where your opponent's tip is. Their shoulder is always in the same place, the length of their shoulder to their elbow is always the same, the length of their elbow to their wrist is always the same, and the epee blade is always the same length. Therefore there are certain divine truths that cannot be undone. The shortest distance between two points is a strait line, and if the other fencer extends his weapon to hit you his closest target (the wrist) will always be the same distance from the end of his weapon. To win, all you have to do is make sure that the tip of your weapon is there waiting for his wrist to arrive at that finite point in space.

At the break, Cameron gave me the great advice I have come to count on from her, best of all it was exactly what I was thinking myself. In the next period he scored four more touches on me. I on the other hand, had scored eight touches on him. All was now right with the world. I knew I had been hitting him before, my kung fu WAS strong. Win or lose, the math comes out right, and for me that is the most important thing.

So in the end I lost a bout I could have done much better in had I questioned my equipment and not myself in the beginning. I guess that is a personal fault of mine. I tend to love and trust my hardware more than I trust my wetware. To be fair though, the problem with my weapon was something I have never before seen in my entire life. Wires break, wires get pulled out of the socket, tip screws fall out, tips fall out of barrels, they do not as a rule fall appart in the barrel.

February 12, 2007

Fencing on TV

For a long time I have heard over and over again that fencing would never be successful because you can't make it look good on TV. As someone who dabbles in local independant film, I knew that just because it hadn't been done yet didn't mean that it couldn't be done. The only real reason you don't see fencing on TV in America yet is because no one has really put forth any effort to try to shoot it for TV. There have been some various local efforts here and there, but the reason there isn't more on ESPN is becuse there isn't a well established fencing TV production company going out and getting the footage. Golf, Tennis, Football, Baseball, Fishing, all of these sports in their various degrees of "interesting" have overcome the technical issues necessary to make it work on the tube. Thus proving that they can make their sport at least watchable. Some even entertaining. You find yourself in a restaurant with a TV, and suddenly you have to ask yourself why you are watching poker? You know you've done it, don't deny it.

It isn't the sport/activity that draws you, it is the production, that makes you watch.

So let it be with fencing. The've been doing this in Europe for years, while in America we only whine about why it can't be done.

Click around and watch some things, you might find it interesting.

February 6, 2007

Team DFC: Fine Morning TV in Greensboro

There is this scene early in The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai: Across the 8th Dimension, where Buckaroo running behind from performing emergency brain surgery, arrives at the desert jet car testing grounds hops strait in the driver's seat and immediately changes the way the world thinks about matter just before doing a couple of TV appearances and winding the day up at Artie's Artery performing with the Hong Kong Cavaliers to a packed house. Everywhere he went he was surrounded by friends he could trust, so he didn't have to worry about small details. Come in, be great, and move on.

That was sort of like my morning, but instead of brain surgery I was trying to get Sara up and ready to go before time for me to arrive on site. However when I arrived, it was exactly like the movie. I roll in late, to find that the team knew what to do and did it exactly. The fencers were dressed out and ready to go, they were setting up a strip and Henri hands me a sausage biscuit before heading off to work. By the time I was dressed and ready, everything was set up and perfect. Cameron came in at exactly the right moment, glowing like the sun, and ready to be brilliant. We did our two TV live spots; my fencers were awake, alert, and smiling. They made fencing look as good as it feels, and they made me proud in the process.

Once the live shots were done, the fencers dressed down and headed off to school, while parents put away the strip, and Cameron prepared for her interview. By 8:30 Cameron and I were the last out of the gym and it looked for all the world like we had never been there.

All in all I'd call that a good day.

Now I am at work, and we'll see how the day ends from here.

A huge thank you to, Margaret, Summer, Phillip, Henri, Cameron, and the parents for a flawless operation. No matter where you go...

February 4, 2007

Pleased as Punch

I could not have been more happy with the group of people who opted to travel down to Wilmington for the Iron Maiden. Our fencers were upbeat, happy, and ready to have fun. Our male supporters all had different reasons for going besides the fencing, and the trip seemed to be just the balm they needed.

The trip down Friday night was swift and smooth, and we were in location and bedding down at a good hour with three fencers each getting a bed to themselves, the host in the master bedroom, and my humble self opting for the living room couch. I'm not fencing, I don't need a thing other than a place to put my bedroll. Many thanks to our gracious host for making his family retreat available to his fencing family.

Saturday morning we woke up in good time, had coffee overlooking a cove just off the intercostal waterway, and arrived at the meat locker just when we meant to be. The tournament wasn't really in a meat locker, it was in an unheated ground level salle just below a Catholic school gym, in February. The room was good for fencing, it was just cold. Our foilest needed gloves on both hands and probaby could have used ear muffs under her mask, as she could see her own breath kicking off our day at 9:30am. I myself wished for longjohns from the moment I arrived til the moment we left. Who can predict the weather right?

Our foilest did well in pools, even if she was frozen solid, and went into direct elimination sitting pretty. There is just one thing that none of us considered. In most sports with referees there are multiple referees. Even in sports that are "judged" more than reffed, there is always a pool of judges each with their own opinions of what they saw. Fencing only has one, and one is all you get. Good, bad, horrible, biased, incompetient, you play with the hand you are delt. Our foilest was blessed by never having a bad referee, until this tournament. She had only ever known technique, tactics, truth and justice. She had never had to fence the referee before and it was an experience you just can't prepare someone for. She knew what she was doing, she knew what the other fencer was doing, she did the exact right thing, and the referee called it the other way. Had the direct elimination bout made it to the first break I could have given her a 60 second introduction into how to fence the referee and not the fencer, but alas it wasn't to be. At that point our group broke into tactical teams each with its own game plan. Some worked on the offensive referee, some worked on the bout committee, some went to console a very angry and confused foilest. We couldn't go back into time and right the wrong, but we could make sure that the wrong didn't get repeated. In that I feel we were at least successful.

Foil for us suddenly and unexpectedly over, we turned our focus to the future and to epee. As our fencers, five in all, were spread over three strips, I am not even going to try to give a play by play. Let me do something better by summing it all up in a single satement: I have never been more proud of a group of fencers in my life. Each to their own level, lived not only up to my expectations, but beyond them in every case. In one case, beyond my wildest dreams, thinking not only tactically on strip, but strategically at the tournament level. It was so beautiful, it transcended sport altogether, landed firmly on art and claiming it for its own.

In the end, and the way things go when you field five fencers in a tournament of 15, yours will be forced to eliminate your own, and I think all but two of ours were forced to fall to our own. Its hard to cheer in a situation like that when you have teammate against teammate. However, one thing I can say is no one made it easy for anyone. The ones who lost made the winners work for it and that's good fencing when that happens. Plus, everyone goes home happy.
Best of all we had a terrific spread overall. We may not have taken first, but we made sure the person who did take home first earned it by being truly the better fencer. I can say that very cheerfully as we took both second and third place prizes home with us. In case anyone's wondering I believe as a group our women's epee is the best around. In case anyone disagrees with me, you'd best keep it to yourself. I would hate for our disagreement to have to be settled with diplomacy.

After fencing we joined our outstanding tournament host in Downtown Wilmington for tapas and conversation. Fencing, food and fun, that's what I call a perfect day. I could not get to sleep fast enough after a day like that. Cold, concrete, outstanding edge of your seat fencing, and a sore and swolen knee that kept me up all night. Advil is best taken in fours I've learned.

On our second night we had two more in the DFC beachhouse, and as this was a women only tournament Sunday was spent shopping downtown in Wilmington. As I like to spend money with the best of them, I had a blast! Even if I couldn't find that top in my size. Did I say that out loud?

DFC Women. Best. Fencers. Ever.

January 29, 2007

15-12 The Magic Number

Before I happily go into detail about my own epee exploits, I need to take some time out to brag on my teammates. All but me used the morning's open event as a warm up. If you are an "E" or "unrated" you really can't expect to do more with most opens sporting fencers with ratings of "C" and above. All but one made the 80% cutoff and got to fence at least a single Direct Elimination bout. Perfect Tommy, of course, had to go on to take third. He learned last year from earning his "D" rating time and time again only to lose it because the tournament wasn't run properly that even if the tournament is run well, it helps to be redundant. In this case, he earned his "D" last week at a well run sanctioned event, and just to make sure, he earned his "D" again this weekend at another well run sanctioned event. I think this "D" will finally stick.

In the "E" and under we fielded three "E" fencers and three unrated fencers. Everyone made the 80% cutoff and everyone had a good time. Even Henri "The Great", who even though she felt she had the upper hand over us and her own body, found that she didn't have a leg to stand on. There is a lesson here for everyone. If you are having ankle problems and you practice three nights a week, and compete every weekend, and choose not to wear an ankle brace or even supportive shoes, you can expect your ankle to fail you just when you need it the most. That goes double if you are a nurse. I think an intervention is in order. Infact, I am pretty sure a coach can withdraw a fencer on their behalf, and don't think we won't do it either! Ankle brace now, invest in high top fencing shoes as soon as you can. This is non-negotiable.

Ok, now that I have made myself perfectly clear to our resident "belle", I can brag on everyone else. Everyone else rocked! Granted those in the club with "E" ratings always think they should do better than they do. The error is in the system not the fencer. Let me explain:

The fencing rating system is based on the number of fencers and the number of ratings and the placement of the ratings at the end of the tournament. An event can be rated one thing at the start and end with a lower rating if the higher rated ones do not place well. The minimum number of fencers necessary to have a rated event is six. Six unrated fencers at a sanctioned event can gain an "E" rating. You can also earn an E rating in much larger events with higher rated fencers if those higher rated fencers place at the top and you also place well. Looking at the USFA classification chart, a group B3 tournament is one that has 64 or more fencers. 24 of them have to be at minimum "C" rating, and another 12 minimum "D" (or higher). So if of the 64 fencers at least 36 of them are D or higher AND four "C"s finish in the top 8 and 4 "D"s (or higher) place in the top 12, THEN places 1-4 earn a "B", places 5-8 earn a "C", places 9-16 earn a "D" and places 17-32 earn an "E". So to get an "E" rating from unrated you can take first in an event with an minimum of 6 fencers, or you can earn 32 out of 64 with the stipulations above. It doesn't take a fencer or a mathamatician to realize that one of those is much easier than the other.

Most of our "E" rated crowd, earned "E" ratings in small events. They are an "E" but they are not equal to the "E" that one would have earned at a higher level tournament. Therefore, they should expect to go out and earn their "D" ratings, or even repeat their "E" results when they go to an event with a whole bunch of fencers. Life just doesn't work that way. But what can one coach do to manage expectations. They're like children. Except for the kids, they are more grown up about these things. But I have degressed a bunch.

This blog is about ME!
(Half of the people reading this just clicked their "back" buttons.)

My philosophy of fencing is that I want to make friends, hang out, and and have a good time. I know what my fitness level is like. I know I am going to have to actually work at heat management. At the E and under epee event I had the best day ever. I won two of my bouts and lost two of my bouts and came in at positive 2 for my indicator. This put me in 3rd place in the pool out of 5, and should land me in the middle of the pack going into direct elimination.
As I see it, the people who came out to "win" will shake out near the top, the newbies will fall out at the bottom and the people having a good time are in the middle.

In direct elimination I landed 11th out of 25. This is a nice spot for me. No pressure. All I have to do is have fun and see how far it takes me. As it happens, when you dump the bottom 20% and throw it up on a bracket I ended up with a bye. Had there been a fencer there, it would have been an easy win for me the way the bracket works. So my reward is I don't have to beat up on someone at the bottom. Their reward is they don't have to get embarassed by a fencer who clearly outclasses them. It doesn't do any good because the higher fencer is so much better they can't even learn from their bout. They won't know what hit them. For me, practically speaking, it meant I had more time to work on carbing up and cooling down.

The downside was that my next bout would be a tough one, going by the numbers. I am 11th, facing the guy who placed 6th. The odds are against me, but winning was never my goal anyway, so the onus is really on the other guy. I just have to have fun, he actually has to win. That doesn't mean I am going to roll over. I am going to fence him well. Chances are it will be close enough that I will be able to gain experience from the bout. In this case I did. Perfect Tommy had my back coaching me, and I have to admit, his coaching made me smile. We have very different goals and my goals are so alien to him that he cannot comprehend. It is always good however to have a fresh set of eyes on the situation. I want to have fun first, but I want to improve too.

It is here I should describe "Woody's rule of direct elimination". Woody's rule of direct elimination states that if this bout is close, the winner of this one is going to lose the next one. The closer the final score the worse the next defeat is going to be. So when the score ended up 15-12, (me losing) I could smile shake his hand, and think "goodbye" to myself. If you are 6th and the 11th place guy scores 12 touches on you, you're not long for this tournament. Such was the case in his very next bout when he lost 13-15. Had I lost to him 14-15 his next bout would have been a lose by five or more touches. I dread the day I win a DE bout 14-15. That means my next bout is going to be more about damage control of my pride than having fun. A 15-12 loss is hellova fun, a 15-9 loss is me getting my pudgy butt handed to me on a silver platter with a side of fois gras. Not a lot of laughs.

So to recap. I had a hellova good time, and was able to manage my heat issues pretty well, though it was a lot to keep up with to do so. The results looked great too! Jim Kent our winner at 11th, Henri Gales at 14th (ankle and all), myself 15th, Jordan Preuss at 16th, Sean Wiedbusch at 18th, and Nicole Agresto at 20th. Out of 25 fencers, that isn't a half bad bellcurve. I could not be more pleased for my people. Even those that thought they should have done better.

January 27, 2007

Foil, twelve years later...

Today I competed in foil for the first time in twelve years. That statement all by itself is enough for one blog entry, mostly because I am home now, I am out of my gear and I have eaten. Sleep calls me like a siren, and you know I love me some sirens. I started the event the way I start all events lately, with an open mind and an eye for having fun. What have I got to lose anyway? I met some good people, hung out with some great people, and got off of my tubby ass for a day. I figure my fencing friends are going to need a moment to grok the concept of me fencing foil. I'm too tired to wait, so they are just going to have to stop reading, come to peace with the facts and start reading again. I would suggest from the beginning. That siren thing, was pretty good.

My first and only opponent today was the heat. 30 seconds into my first bout I was overcome with outrageous temperature control issues. I could not cool off. Needless to say, when all of my thought and effort is trying to drop my core temperature, my actual fencing against the humans suffered. I won two, I lost two and came out with a -1 indicator. Not bad for someone was was red faced, panting and sweating as though dunked. My personal health care specialist Henri was on site and she quickly turned my towel into a wet towel for the purposes of cooling off. I placed the towel alternating between the top of my head and the back of my neck. My referee, was helpful, he reminded me that the damp towel could damage my lame. Great advice as no matter what, I am still sturdier than the metalic woven vest one must wear for foil competition.

After Blades at the Beach where I was in serious danger from heat related illness, I became quite the expert on my own nutrition, hydration, and cooling strategies. Still, the odds are against me. In Mechwarrior, when you overheat you can dump your coolant for a quick fix. The best a person can do is pee, and all available liquid was already being pumped through my skin. Once on the surface it was trapped under t-shirt, underarm protector, knickers, jacket, lame, glove, and mask. Still sweating was better than the alternative.

Between pools and direct elimination I went outside and was able to start making headway against my core temperature. When the dust settled, I ended up right where I wanted to be, in the middle. Get a bout with someone as good as you are, fence really well, have a good close bout, lose and go home. Reality used to be a friend of mine. Three out of the eleven of us in the event tied at sixth place. This meant that I had to fence the tenth place person. He is a really cool guy I wouldn't mind hanging out with outside of fencing. He fought hard and gave me a heck of a bout, but in the end even with my critical meltdown issue, I had twelve years of watching other people fence behind me and I won based on being able to adapt faster than he could.

After this direct elimination bout, I had ten minutes to rest up before the next one. I spent my time outside sucking wind and hoping I didn't vomit. My next direct elimination bout introduced the instant cold pack to my repitoir. (I spelled that all by myself by the way)

If heat had not been an issue, I would have won that bout. As it was, I cheered her touches as much as she cheered her own touches and begged her to finish me. I didn't give up, I didn't give in, I just asked that she step it up and fence harder for her win. When I was finally able to shed my layers of choking white cloth the score was 15-12 and I didn't have to fence anymore.

I said my goodbyes, thanked the referee and the fencer, gathered up my stuff went outside in knickers and a t-shirt, put away my gear and dumped my coolant mechwarrior style, if my dumping your coolent you really mean throwing up. Foil is hot work. I spent the ride home alternating between being too hot and too cold. Now, fed, and in my underwear I feel much better.

Time for sleep. Epee is at one tomorrow, and I'm not going to end up finished in the middle by myself.

January 21, 2007

My Own Private Gold

It started with a Banzai Institute patch. Ok, it started with a cup of coffee. Actually, it started with me waking up in a blind panic. The sun was shining, I didn't know what time it was and I had to be at Cameron's house by 9am. As it turned out, the time was a quarter til eight, so as long as I didn't waste time, I would make it just fine.

And it wasn't the first cup of coffee it was the second. The first I drank on the way to Cameron's house. The second I sipped as I set up my computer in anticipation of some serious writing. As it happened, the fencing division had other plans, I was summerily summoned to appear before them. My quiet morning of creation ruined, I did the only thing I could do and appear before them to do what I can. I have no idea what they call it, but for the sake of my ego, I prefer calling it "magic".

Later we arrived at Raleigh Fencing Club for a 1pm epee tournament. It was the second event of the day and like the first the turnout far exceeded the expectation. By this point, I had missed lunch, breakfast, and dinner the night before. My food intake for the day included a danish, a package of peanuts and two cups of coffee. Fortunately for me I had no expectations for the day anyway. I pretty much came out to hang out with friends and if lucky burn a few caleries before dinner and beer. I never did get that beer.

Henri had had a good morning, apart from the ankle giving her trouble. I found her propped under an icepack in the care of a full third of the men in the room. Henri is nothing if not resourceful. I did my part by giving her my instant ice pack. It was only fair, she had given it to me months ago when I nearly killed myself at my first tournament of the twenty first century back in July.

I had brought all my jacket patches, and I thought it would be fun to have Henri choose what I would wear. For the past several weeks I had three pirate patches on my jacket. She saw them, and thought I should go with something else, least I be mistaken for a Cape Fear fencer. After much deciding between my Firefly (Wash's) patch, the pirate patches, and my Buckaroo Banzai patches, she finally settled on my Banzai Institute patch. She had no idea what it was from or what it meant, but it went a long way toward deciding my attitude for the day, I think. I will be forever thankful for that blind decision on her part.

My pool beat all expectation. Ok, to be fair, I didn't go in with any expectations. Come to think of it I didn't come in with a plan, or goals of any kind either. After winning my second bout in a row, I told some new friends sitting around me that my goal for the day was ten touches, and as I had already reached my goal for the day I could just coast until dinner time. I won one more bout before the pool was done and scored touches on everyone but one guy. (He ended up taking second.) It would take an entire other blog entry just to try to explain the amazing John Rae.

Out of 41 fencers I had come in 24th. I have always prefered the middle. Of our six fencers representing, I had come in the middle of the pack there as well. Lower middle really. I was the highest placed fencer to not get a bye in the first round so I had to fence the 41st place fencer. I had fenced him in my pool eariler, and liked him instantly. He was a guy from ECU who had only been fencing since September. During the pool as we chatted I told him what he should work on how I fence tall thin fencers as a short fat fencer(as idle chat, not in a "coaching" sort of way). He must have been listening to what I was saying because he really stepped up in the DE scoring four times the touches he scored in pools.

The DE. I should probably talk a little about my attitude and mental state during pools as well as in the DE. I would love to tell you about my witty and insightful inner dialogue, but truth be told I didn't have one. I was simply there in the moment. No one I fenced made a single move that I didn't see comming before they began it (except maybe John Rae). It was like I could see in to the future. I couldn't always change it, but I knew I was hit a second before the light went off. It must have been like what Luke Skywalker felt when he learned to use the force. It just was.
Late in the first period of my DE, Cameron managed to shatter this inner peace and my concentration was broken. R2D2 fell to the ground as it were in a beeping heap. I quickly took three retreats, a deep breath and reminded myself to ask her not to do that anymore at the break. Her offense? She channeled her inner cheerleader and cheered for me at a moment I had done something clever on strip. Regaining my focus, we each scored a touch before the break.

During the first break, Cameron was the perfect coach. She had analized my performance and the performance of my opponent and told me exactly what I needed to do to win the bout. Just as she finished her coaching I teased her about breaking my concentration with her little cheer. She teased back by telling me that she promised she wouldn't do it again...unless I won. I can't honestly say if it was her coaching, her teasing promise, or a combination of the two, but my opponent never touched me again. The final score was 15-4, and I moved on to the round of 32.

As I had already won a DE it was gravy to just be able to fence again and I had no real expectation to win. As my second DE of the day was against the fencer who came in 9th out of pools, it was probably good that I was already way beyond all expectations for the day anyway. The fencer I was facing, was thin, healthy, and fast. The fact that the score ended up like it did proved that I had by far the better coach. Comming into the bout, I had no expectation at all. He expected to win easily. His overconfidence cost him dearly. Because I could see what he was going to try before he tried it, I was happy to take what came and use it. As I said before, the foreknowledge didn't keep him from scoring, but it meant that even when he scored I wasn't surprised. The battle see-sawed each way with one never gaining more than two touches on the other. Every time I got up by one, he would throw a temper tantrium, how is this fat uncaring slob doing this to him??? Well, if he didn't know, I wasn't going to tell him. I have to admit, I really enjoyed his frusteration, but I vowed I wasn't going to be an ass, or goad him on in any way. Don't forget, I'm wearing my Banzai Institute patch, that means I hold to a higher ideal. Be cool, but be nice. This panting fat David, vs the young fit college boy Golieth battle must have been something to behold, by the third period we had gathered quite a crowd and there was much cheering after each touch. The score was 12 me to 13 him, and I slowly slid out of my zone. Had I won that bout, I would just have to fence another one with someone even better. I really felt that the guy I was fencing was better than I, score notwithstanding. He was the better athlete, I just had an advantage. As I pondered this he hit me raising the score to 12-14. With little to lose or gain at this point I went on the hero's sucicide run. He hit me square in my big round bowl of jello, a moment before I picked some lint off of his shoulder with my blade. The referee said "halt", but my opponent couldn't see the box because I was in the way and was afraid, so while I stood there patiently waiting for him to stop, he hit me an additional four times in the stomach. He stopped when some of the crowd started applauding his win. Not willing to just let him get off easy, I grabbed his blade and stabbed myself in the stomach with it another five or six times for good measure. He didn't know quite what to think until I took off my mask laughing and shook his hand graciously. I couldn't remember ever having more fun during a fencing bout, and I owed him a debt of gratitude. Not bad for my forth tournament in ten years.

After retreating to my line, saluting the fencer, referee, and cheering crowd, one of my teammates came over and scolded me for not fencing better at the end. Then another of my teammates came over and praised me for the best fencing they had ever seen out of me. C'est la vie. It was exactly the right bout at the exact right time and I was the best I had ever been before. I may as well have come in first at the olympics the way I felt.

The fencer that beat me 15-12 went on to lose his next DE 15-9.

Eventually Tommy finally got eliminated by John Rae, earning third place and a "D" rating. That meant we could finally have dinner. It was 9:30pm and I was well past starving. I ate my 20 chicken wings without hardly taking a breath. Chicken is protein, and protein was just the medicine I needed to repair my tired muscles. I would have had that beer too, if I had had a few dollars more. I earned it after all.

December 12, 2006

Gifts

I more or less woke up one morning recently and realized that I am a very civic minded person. Lots of people are mind you, I'm not special. Often people do something for money as a career and spend some of their free time doing something charitable for others. It may be organizing the Christmas parade with the JC's or just assisting a Cub Scout den mother. Most everyone does something and they don't do it thinking about how its helping to offset the bad Karma. You know, associated with for instance something like hunting, killing, and eating vegans because they taste better than most omnivorious people. They do it because it just feels good.

I got lucky, while I have no big fancy money making career, I do have two different and very rewarding hobbies that make me feel good. One of them I work from 8-5 in higher education, and the other I work nights and weekends in fencing. Of the two, higher education might be the greater good, but fencing is by far the most personally rewarding.

For instance one of the greatest gifts I get, comes to me when the room is full of fencers and no one notices but me. It is when I am watching a fencer, especially a new fencer on strip in club, they aren't looking at the scoring box, they are looking for the next touch. Their faces aren't locked in tight determination, their smiles are broad, because they are having about as much fun as they can have legally, and I am proud to be a part of that. That is about the best gift a person could get, and I have a good group who gift me this way freely and often.

Then sometimes I just get shocked and knocked off my feet. It often happens this time a year. I'll be sitting there minding my own business and along comes a student who has no idea how generious they are already when they up and give me a completely different kind of gift. One of my foil students last night gave me and the other foil coaches a huge container of home made cookies and a loaf of cranberry bread each, along with a really nice christmas card. I dare say I came closer than I care to admit to becomming mildly misty eyed.

Ok, yes, I am the guy who just one year ago had to get a new fencing uniform because I was busting out of the largest thing the club had and can't even remember when I last fit in my old uniform from the UNCG days. Yes, I am also the guy who goes to tournaments now fifty pounds lighter looking for all the world like I've borrowed my jacket and knickers from a professional sumo. And yes too, giving me a pan of home made cookies and a loaf of cranberry bread is like setting up a cash bar in an AA meeting. But man, its soooo good. And the chocolate ones have a layer of caramel in the middle. I don't even know how they did that.... mmmm...hang on....need to wipe my mouth.

I love my work, even though my outfit makes me look like a refrigerator with legs.

December 9, 2006

My New Veteran Fencing Lifestyle

I fenced in a tournament at Ft. Bragg today. I have been wondering this whole time how I was going to be mentally on the day of, but as I wasn't feeling my usual anxiety I figured it would all take care of itself in the end. As it turns out it did, and the secret was to think like a Veteran Fencer. In fencing everyone over the age of 39 is considered a "vet" fencer, 20-39 being "Senior", and things under 20 getting a little confusing as each couple of years is a different classification with overlap in places between them.

When I say veteran fencing mindset, I certainly don't mean too many of the veteran fencers in my club. We've got two vet fencers in my club highly compeititve and not at all bothered by the fact that they didn't pick up a weapon until they already were veterans. We even have a senior who is training harder and harder each year so when she hits the veteran age group she will be a force to be reckoned with.

The veterans I am modeling after are those guys who fence as an excuse to get out of the house and maybe drink a beer with some college friends when the day is done. They have a super relaxed attitude and find the compeitive crowd an endless source of ammusement. I found myself not thinking of winning but scoring touches, and not scoring touches to win, but to screw the indicators of the guy across from me who might be very competitive minded. I went into DE's not with the mindset of winning the bout, but more of the attitude of making the kid across from me work for his every touch. Every drop of sweat was a victory for me. Every frown and grown when I score a touch was a success.

I came out of pools in 12th, I got a bye in the first round, I fenced the guy in fourth, I got eight good hits on him and where I started and ended up in 12th, he started 4th and ended up 6th. That's a victory too. I didn't get to take home a prize, but I got to hang out with some terrific and dear friends, I got to eat a nice meal in a cool brewpub downtown, where I tasted the best raspberry beer I have ever had, and I got to have a piece of candy from an actional confectioner (I think I still pefer Hershey's). I had a pleasant road trip, and I barely had to work up a sweat to do it. I'd call that a good day.

I hope the rest of the tournaments I go to will be as fun. But next time, I'm going to skip on the fancy chocolates, and have two beers instead.

November 19, 2006

NC Fencing Junior Olympic Qualifiers

The Downtown Fencing Club fielded six eligable fencers for the Junior Olympic Qualifiers held at the Greensboro Sportsplex this weekend. Thanks to the outstanding talent in our club we are proud to announce that one third of them qualified to compete at the Junior Olympics in Denver Colorado! While we're talking about fencing and really good stuff, check out this shiney new Division website.


Needless to say, we're proud of all of our fencers, none disappointed us. Well, OK, maybe Tommy... ;)

October 30, 2006

Dark Woodie

He hates it when I spell it "ie".

I fenced in a tournament for the second time since 1996. The first time was Blades at the Beach, where you may remember things did not go so well. Nervious? You bet! I spent most of the day as close to the door as I could manage all the while trying not to run outside screaming. I had the whole positive self talk thing going. "

Woody, listen to me carefully. I believe in you! I always have! That's why I'm here. Destiny dressed you this morning my friend, and now Fear is trying to pull off your pants. If you give up, if you give in, you're gonna end up naked with Fear just standing there laughing at your dangling unmentionables!"

It wasn't really working. He was back. The last time he was around was 1996, Queen City Open. I had just lost a DE 14-15 against a fencer who made sure everyone knew they needed to win first place in order to move from the "B" team to the "A" team of their universities NCAA fencing team. True, the referee was an alumni from that very same university, so my 14-15 loss was really a win. I know I won that bout. I didn't win the bout for good reason as her NCAA future rested on the medal, but I got a medal too and 2nd place is still winning.
No it isn't stupid. Second means last loser. Not only did you lose but you were the last loser. You worked the hardest and the longest before you finally figured out you were a loser.
As irrational as his argument was, I couldn't find a way to beat it, or any of a grocery list of other arguments of why I suck no matter what I tried. While all this was going on in my head on the ride home a friend was with me who seemed to sense what was going on, and she spent the entire ride home pumping up my holed ego while Dark Woodie mocked me for hiding tears behind dark sunglasses. I still am not sure how she knew, I was pretty much silent the whole ride home anyway. I don't think I compeated after that, instead shifting my focus on running tournaments and repairing equipment. As for Dark Woodie, well, if you can't beat them, join them. I became whole, the night, the day, and the road between them. We were better than the sum of our parts. Everything was lit up crystal clear in the even gray light of bitterness. No shadows, no glare. Not only whole but perfect in every way. Being a perfect centered being some might say had some drawbacks, loneliness being top of the list, but this isn't a weakness so much as a strength. No one gets close enough to me to hurt me. I was a rock, I was an island. Time and loneliness eventually eroded me away and I craved warmth. Dark Woodie was just an empty overcoat I could choose to put in the back of the closet until winter comes. I should have left a light on in the closet.

Did you ever notice how stuff you stick in the closet seems to multiply til one day you can't seem to close the door because of all the shoes and you have no idea how they all got there to begin with. Surely you didn't have so many pairs of old shoes? Yesterday the closet door opened all by itself and Dark Woodie, his sleak and shiny coat dazzling to behold sloped gracefully back into my world.

My fencing goals were to score touches on everyone and not come in last. Those are stupid goals, the only goal is perfection. Anything worth doing is worth doing to obsession.

I won two bouts! You lost two bouts.
I scored touches on everyone. You lost two bouts.
I came in 7 out of 15 in pools! You say that like its a good thing. How's the view in the bottom 50%, loser?
I won my first DE bout since 1996. And where did that get you?
I took 7th overall! You won a DE and you still came in the bottom 50%. Only you can win something and still gain no ground.
I had a great day!! Only you would suck so bad that you can lose that bad and still be proud of yourself.

Its weird, last night I had a close friend riding with me, and she spent the car ride trying to prop up my holed ego while I tried not to speak at all. Do I have some sort of Loser flag or something? Yes, you would call it a loser flag, I call it your hair.

And haven't you gained some weight? I distinctly remember that you were 220. You've chubbed out all the way to 340. Clearly tubby, my return is long overdue.

For breakfast I had two packages of oat meal for 300 caleries, at lunch an all bran bar for 100 caleries. Then he showed up. When I was a kid, food would shut him up. Not last night. 3000 caleries at dinner and he only got more chatty.

I hate it when he's right.

October 24, 2006

First Blade Flush

When I left the house this morning it was 33 degrees outside. I'm glad I chose to wear a sweater. I'm in a good mood, but I awoke in a bad. The dog barking and the alarm clock woke me up. At the time I was dreaming that Cameron had talked me into going to a weekend long coaches seminar somewhere that required we fly in a plane. When we arrived I realized that she had tricked me into going to coaches college, which is an entire week. To make maters worse as soon as we got there she went off with her coaching friends and left me there abandoned and betrayed. I'm not even supposed to be here!

I like to go to bed at 10pm, that's my pumpkin hour. Last night something was good on TV so I stayed up until 11pm. During the show it sounded like our house was having wet towels dropped on from a great height. We realized it was the trees, which had chosen that moment to dump about a quarter of their leaves at once. Last year Sara and I happened to be home during the day when the trees dropped half of their leaves at once. It made a big "WUMP!" sound. Now that we know that leaves don't fall, but are pushed, I guess this means that trees poop too.

In fencing last night, I broke the blade of my last original electric foil while fencing Mario. Of my original equipment I only have one dry foil and one dry saber remaining. The foil I keep hanging on the wall in my office. The saber I use occasionally, but as we practice electric, it doesn't see much use anymore. I can feel my past slipping away. First it was my jacket, than my knickers. I had put all of my electric gear into the club supply because at the time we didn't have much. Soon after one of my original electric foils broke followed by one of my original electric epees. I took my remaining electric gear out of the club gear. We had a good inventory by this time. Six or eight months ago my epee blade broke and I had to buy new ones. Now my last original electric weapon has given up the ghost. I feel like if something happens to my dry saber and my dry foil I will have lost all connection to my fencing past.

Its odd really. I suppose it is like many first in ones life. First car, first love, first kiss, and other similar first. You never forget your first. But like my first love and my first kiss, these first are nothing more than memories now. See what I mean about my past slipping away? The only difference is I don't want to lose my fencing past. I don't mind at all my first kiss is a memory, my first other similar thing is nothing more than a memory of laying on the floor and watching Doctor Who: Revenge of the Cybermen (Great episode). I can always buy the DVD. The rest of that stuff is happily behind me.

Fencing however is not behind me. I'll be able to replace the blades, but I'll never get that feeling back. First blade flush I guess they would say.

October 12, 2006

Back in the Saddle Again II

I have been living in interesting times. My normal happy boring life hasn't returned yet, but things had slowed down enough that after I finished sewing the elastic back into the ankle of my knickers I was able to suit up after a fashion, and fence some saber. Some explenation is in order. Our saber lame's only go up to size 48. I wear a size 52 jacket. We aren't going to buy a size 52 saber lame, so I'm just going to have to become a size 48 if I intend to play saber with the normal kids. So in the near term, on saber night, if I get to play I put on a foil lame, and an overglove. I connect the overglove to the foil lame with a mask cord. This way those I fence against can hit deep target, they can hit my head, and they can get a stop cut on my wrist. My arms however, are not target.

As is often brougth up by those folks in class I fence against, it isn't fair, on the other hand, it teaches them to be smarter. Last night was special, not only because it was the first physical activity I have been involved in in weeks, I won all of my bouts. I used to think of fencers as using youth and skill, or age and treachery. I now think of it as age and experience. Not that I used any of those.

I won because of my new lucky Wash LYNDONO patch. He wore it on his left sleeve, I wear it on my left sleeve. I am a leaf in the wind, watch me soar!

October 9, 2006

Titanic Open 2006

This year was our second of a hopefully long standing tradition of hosting what we like to call The Titanic Open. The event is open to women and children only. Get it? Clever huh? Though our turnout was a little lighter than expected, we were thrilled by the positive compliments we got from so many parents and fencers. Especially in light of the fact that we were fairly short handed compared to what we prefer.

Dr. Sally Robinson, emertis faculty from UNCG and the founder of our club is away for a year and we missed her company, her wisdom, and her availability during normal working hours to accomplish so many things us working stiffs don't have time for. It was literally Sunday before some things that needed to be done on Friday got done. (There's nothing sadder than watching the sun rise from a Walmart parking lot.)

However, because of the family she created, the fencers, parents, and staff pulled together and hosted a very smooth and orderly event. My hats go off to you all. We had fun, our fencers had fun, and nothing caught fire or was broken. If that isn't a criticial success I don't know what is.

July 28, 2006

Back in the Saddle Again

I've spent the past couple of weeks on "no activity" duty while the east and the west fight over wether or not something is broken inside. Inactivity is a comfortable place that is easy to get stuck into. Many thanks to Cameron who dragged me kicking and screaming back into the land of the living. The 48 didn't kill me so she saw that as a sign to put her foot in my butt. It started with Saber, it continued into some peer pressured tug-o-war, and now I have a brand spanking new good jump rope, to replace my sucky jump rope. Now it is Friday, Epee night, and I'm feeling a little team bouting in order.

Now to climb back up the hill from which I have slid and continue climbing. I'll stop to look at the view when I've dropped a few pants sizes. It would be really cool to buy cloths anywhere again.

June 15, 2006

The Fencing Point of View

When one shoots a rifle, the first thing you do is aim. You do this by putting your eye in line with the sights down the barrel so if all goes well you put the bullet where you are looking. The same skills are used when punching the button on the elevator. It is all geometry. Since with the gun you are shooting at something many many feet away from yourself you put the eye as close to inline with the barrel as you can. It makes you more accurate, and the math is easier.

When you push the button on an elevator you are using three points of reference to figure out where your finger needs to go to make the elevator go up the hole. Point one is your eyes, point two is your shoulder and point three is the tip of your finger. As your eye is only about 8 inches or so from your shoulder it is pretty easy to do the math to move the tip of your finger (the bullet) located two and a half or so feet away to the button. Elevator goes down the hole. If you had a tiny little camera on the end of your finger the angle would be the same as from your eye, but the camera would be closer to the target.

Foil is pretty much the same math changing the variable of the "bullet" being an extra meter away from you when your arm is at full extension. When you are enguard, the other point of the triangle moves from the shoulder to the elbow. This is one more reason why you extend before you lunge. Not only do you want to establish right of way, you also want to make the math easier when you aim at your target. If you had a tiny little camera on the end of your foil the angle wouldn't be the same same as from your eye, it would be close, and even closer to the target.

Epee is even more complicated, because the whole body is target. Yes, you can use your eyes and the point of the epee to make one side of a shape that is sometimes a triangle sometimes a polygon. But the angles involved are larger. It isn't eight or so inches to your shoulder anymore it is a foot and a half to your elbow or two and a half feet to your wrist. Your eye's point of view, and the imaginary "epee cam's" point of view are vastly different. Your eye sees the top of the hand, and you will often go for it as a fencer. Your epee however doesn't see the top of the hand, it sees the bottom.

What I hope I am getting across is that if you get your head right with the math, and your weapon's point of view, more of your opponent's target becomes available to you. When you fence, be aware of what you see with your eyes, but also try to imagine what the tip of your weapons "sees". If you get good at this, you will start to get a lot of touches that leave your opponent scratching their heads. You will have hit them where they literally can't see.

June 13, 2006

Delusions of Adequacy

We teach our fencers to keep a log of who they fenced, what they did right, what they think they did wrong, what worked and what didn't. It allows them to go back to a frozen point in time and analize what was going on in their head right after the bout occured. Yesterday's blog was for me that kind of thing.

Get all the details down and later on analyze it with a clear head. Blades at the Beach was my first time back in the saddle since the 1990's. From my analysis of that event, I can create a baseline that I can compare all future tournaments against.

For instance, I have enough information now to know that I was affected by the heat during pools long before I knew I was having heat issues. I know this because:
1. My math was so completely off when I was tracking progress against goals.
2. In my first direct elimination bout I believed I had already achieved all of my goals for the day.

So baseline is I am very succeptible to heat related illness. I'm overweight and on high blood pressure medicine. Duh. Of course I am succeptible to heat related illness. This shouldn't be a problem as most tournaments are air conditioned and normal cooling strategies work just fine.

The interesting wild card is that last week I was 295, and last night I was 306. I can say with relative certainity that at no point during the weekend did I eat beer battered fried sticks of butter cooked in lard and washed down with a tall glass of gravey. Didn't happen. The popular theory is that this is just water weight gain from all the water I had at the tournament. I seriously doubt that with all the sweating I did, I could possibly retain anything. I will however study this.

I know that normally my blood pressure sits at a comfortable 110/63 with a pulse of 73 on average. Yesterday, it was at 331/82 with a pulse of 60. First I think any strategy I have been contemplating to get off the meds can just be shelved for now. In addition, it demonstraits that my recovery from Saturday is taking longer than expected. The fact that at this moment it is 123/75 with a pulse of 73 I can guess that I am in a recovery phase now, and maybe just maybe I should have taken yesterday off from work to sleep it off.

Most problems in my life that I can solve with fried chicken and cheerwine can just as easily be solved with a good nap. So for my next competition, I will be sure to plan to take the following Monday off for rest and recovery.

My final analysis? Lose weight, fence more, and avoid 90 degree tournament spaces. Easy.

June 12, 2006

I Don't Know What You Did My Boy, But I See They Made You Captain

Saturday was "Blades at the Beach", a fencing tournament in Myrtle Beach SC. For me it was my first competition since 1997 or 1998. I was in two events, Men's Epee, and Mixed Team Epee. Each experience was so different even today it feels like two entirely different people experiencing two completely different things in two completely different worlds, where even the physics was completely different.

We arrived in the gym at 9:30am, and the close of registration for our event was at 10:30. This is a good strategy as you don't want to have to rush around at the last minute. The downside was that there were no referees, and they were running behind. I think my first event actually ended up starting around noon.

I can sum up the first event by saying that I made excellent performance goals and I hit them all. As a coach I often see fencers go into tournaments with completely unrealistic goals. Having seen that so much I felt like I could make a performance goal that was realistic and attainable. My goal was simple. I wanted to land square in the middle. This is easy to measure mathmatically. You simply keep a running talley of the points that you scored and the points that were scored against you and you subtract received from scored. This "indicator" can be a positive number if you are doing well, or a negative number if you are not doing so well. My personal goal was to land as close to zero as I could. In effect, every touch scored against me I would have countered by a touch I scored. At the end of my pool of seven, my math in my head put me at -1. Not a dead on hit, but well within tollerence.

There is a problem with this system: Zero isn't actually the middle. Statistically it is for each individual pool but when you put all pools together, a pool with six fencers is going to weight differently from a pool of eight fencers, and one pool could have its winner at a positive 20 when the next pool over the winner only gets a positive 5 because the competitors are closer to the same skill level. The software takes into account the fencer's ratings and it tries to weight each pool as close as it can, but some pools are going to have a cumulative strength of 2.0 and some may still end up with a weight of 1.5. There is another problem with this system. What if the math you are doing in your head is wrong. Looking at the posted results, I came out of pools at a -5. I was farther from my target of zero, but I was sixth in my pool out of seven. Goal not achieved, but I didn't know that until just now so the knowledge didn't hurt me going into direct elimination.

This gym was at a YMCA in Myrtle Beach, it is June, it is HOT, the gym is unairconditioned. The four outer doors have been propped open with chairs and there is a fan in two of the doors trying to keep air circulating. I place it 90 or so in the gym. Its way too hot. I am way too hot. I strip down and wait for direct elimination to start. I am a good coach and I practice what I preach. In those conditions hydration is the #1 concern so if I wasn't on strip, I was drinking bottled water. I was sweating like I had sprung a leak, and that is good, that means that my body is working overtime to keep my core temperature down.

Direct Elimination: I think this started about 3ish, I don't remember exactly. My target of landing dead center is right on task. I ended up 16th out of pools and I had to fence the 17th guy to move up. If I won that bout I would fence the #1 guy, a "C" level fencer I had already fenced in pools. As it turns out the 17th guy was one of my own fencers, soon to be one of the coaching staff, Mario. At this point since I had already completed all of my performance goals for the day I was either going to be beaten by Mario or beaten by the #1 guy and it really didn't matter to me who did it. I was freaking hot, Mario was on his game, I gave the performance of my lifetime, he won the bout 15-5. I stripped down and sat by the door. I ate an apple and an All Bran bar, drank a lot of water and tried to get rested up for the team event.

The thing about my performance goal that I was so proud of was that I had made it dead center, I knew that because I had to fence the guy one place below me. The reality I didn't know at the time was that there were only 21 fencers and we were working off of a round of 32 direct elimination tree. 16 out of 21 does not equal half way, but ignorance is bliss and I was the happiest I could possibly be. I was also really hot.

About 6:30pm the team event started. There were seven teams, and three of them were made up of our people. It could have happened where for the first round we didn't have to fence one of our teams, it didn't work out that way. The first team we fenced was made up of Mario, Jim, and Jordan. I started the day with a single goal of having fun in teams. Teams are fun events. I couldn't remeber that at the time though. At the time the goal was to not let my teammates down. Cameron had said to me several times that afternoon that I looked "hot". Since I knew that she wasn't into drunk Jim Belushi types belly flopping into a swimming pool, I knew that she was just trying to bolster my confidence. I knew that she knew that I was going to let her down. I wasn't going to let that happen. I wasn't going to let her know that I was cramping. I wasn't going to let her know that the pressure to keep up was so great it was an effort not to cry right there in my fencing mask. I kept drinking water between bouts, I felt like if I had one more swallow of water I would vomit, but I wasn't going to let her or Kathy know. I wasn't going to fail them. I was going to give them every single thing I had to not let them down. I wanted to be captain of my own ship. I wanted to make my team proud of me. It was hard fencing on a pitching deck but I would not stumble, I would not fall, would not fail my team. We defeated the first team and I stripped down and two fisted bottled water trying not to cry or vomit. I couldn't figure out why I wanted to cry so bad, the cramps were everywhere but I had certainly hurt worse before. I tried to put it out of my mind and focus on not throwing up. The second team match begain...

I have to be honest with you. I am not sure what happened in the second team match. I remember a woman with trees for legs, I remember being jealous because I wanted trees for legs. I remember someone with a hand in a cast. I wasn't sure if I hurt them or not but I hoped not. I remember a blade going through the center of my chest. The blade was cold and it felt good, I was glad for the hole, I kept thinking that now the steam could escape. I remember everyone being happy, but I didn't know why. I remember being in the floor with another stupid bottle of water. I hated water with my very soul. I remember sitting in the locker room trying to get my feet under me so I could take a shower. I remember not wanting to vomit, I can't remember if I had vomited already or not. I remember someone handing me a pirate's ship, I made captain. Good, now I could die. I remember 9:30pm on the car clock. I remember trying very hard to be cool and act like everything was fine. I remember a searing pain in the top of my head. I remember sitting eye level with the biggest beer ever and thinking "how was I going to drink all of that?" I remember sitting around a table playing munchkin I couldn't see everyone there with me, everyone was there, but I didn't think I could keep up the act much longer, so I went to bed laying on top of the covers It was hot. I took off my shirt. It was still too hot. I took off my shorts. It was still too hot. I took off my underwear. It was still too hot. I took another shower. That helped some. I was still too hot, but I was too tired to do anything about it. Sleep.

I woke up Sunday, and tried to take stock of my situation. I was naked, I was on top of the covers, the sheets were wet. I looked in the mirror. There was no blood on my head or in my hair, so my head was ok. There was no hole in the center of my chest, or even a bruise. No need for stitches. I didn't have a mark on me. I was tired, and my right gluteus was hurting way deep inside like I had been kicked. I took a shower, and shaved, and thought about going back to sleep but the sheets were too wet. I didn't hear a sound, everyone left without me. I dressed, and went to investigate. Everything was quite. I got into the kitchen, Trevor and Tommy were sound alseep in the living room. There was coffee. Cameron, Jim and Mario were on the patio. I took my coffee to the patio and tried to play it cool. I spent the rest of the morning, paranoid about my gaps in memory and trying to figure out what happened without letting on how much I didn't know. Best I could tell, everything was fine. I spent the rest of the day and the ride home trying to bring my core temperature down. Lots of big cold things. Everything made me nauseous.


Its Monday. I can reflect on the weekend with a more detached eye, I was suffering from a heat related illness. Nothing I could have done differently would have changed anything. I can't change the weather, I can't change the fact that the venue was not air conditioned. I cannot change the fact that we were in that un-airconditioned space for 12 hours fencing or waiting to fence. There is in fact only one thing I can do to help keep that from happening again. It something I like to call "my tubby ass needing to drop a hundred or so pounds". Today is a new day and I have a renewed desire to take that part of my life back. So far so good, the half of a peanut butter sandwhich I had for breakfast made me nauseous. I also know that I have the best group of fencing friends that one could ever hope to have. They all took care of me wether or not they realized it or not during a time I was unable to take care of myself. I am very appreciative, and I hope it never has to happen again.

June 8, 2006

Worked Like A Cheap Hooker

We kicked off a little preparatory epee at 5:30pm. By the end of the pool I was ready for a cold one, not more abuse. My teammates however had abuse for me at the top of their agendas. Fenced direct eliminate, and was happy to lose it quicly, I couldn't seem to make anything else happen for some reason.

You'd think that after that it would be nap time. Think again. They had saber planned for me as well. What no saber lame in my size? Shucks, too bad, you guys fence without me. Nope. They put me in a foil lame and sent me back out. We finish the pool, I have a stitch in my side, and a strong desire for sleep. No sleep for me, they make me fence in direct elimination here too. Hey! It's 8:30, we don't have time to fence any more direct elimination!! Time to pack up! Saved!!!

Nope. My tubby butt had to fence all the way to 8:45. I managed to make it home only because Sara picked up some extra food for her dinner that I could have. I am pretty sure I got my pants off before falling asleep. I didn't wake up in pants anyway. It's OK guys, I forgive you for your abuse and my shattered epee (I have been using that epee since 1998, it broke into 3 pieces). I'm fine. I survived. Who put all these stairs around UNCG anyway? Ow! Ow! Ow!

My comeback tournament is Saturday, I'm just glad the knickers have a flask pocket.

June 6, 2006

Actions and Consequence

In foil last night I noted that many folks were leaning way forward putting the bulk of their weight on their front foot. This is bad. I spent the whole night going around trying to correct them. At the end of the night I am talking to The Doc about what I had observed. Eventually the conversation turned to the pain in my lower back.

*DING* *DING* *DING*

Yes, these two events are connected.

They do it because they see me do it. I do it because I am seriously top heavy and have unusually short yet amazingly sexy legs.

My work is cut out for me. I must add specific drills to the mix that keep me upright, and make everyone do them so everyone gets back upright together. Plus, no one will know that I am to blame!

Whoops, I guess the cat is out of the bag now huh?

May 16, 2006

Mid-Atlantic RYC Announcement, Update, Wrapup, Collapse

Have you ever been so busy doing a thing you didn't even have time to talk about it. That would be me this weekend, as we hosted a Regional Youth Circuit event. Specifically we hosted the last possible one to qualify for Nationals. We had 76 fencers and something close to 120 entrants. Here's the results.

What the results don't show is the incredible club we have who volunteered so much time and energy to make this event possible. Set up in UNCG's Health and Human Performance building, was the smoothest and fastest ever. During the event volunteers were always at hand to score keep, help the little ones get on and off strip, run errands, get referee lunches, and generally make this event go about as smooth as it possibly could.

Parents only stormed the Bastille once, and it was delt with by me, poorly but it was delt with. I have to get better at dealing with seiges of rambling combativeness.
No event started later than 40 minutes behind (and that was so the Referees could eat lunch).
Breakdown went smoothly, and both days we were out of the gym before 6pm. It really coudn't be much better than that. We did have lessons learned of course. I didn't put together that if the fencers all paid in advance, there wouldn't be money to feed referee's and volunteers, nor would there be money to pay the referees. Fortunately we had willing volunteers who paid those expences out of pocket, and the process to get those people paid back is well underway.

I took yesterday as a mental health day to recover from the weekend. Even when an event goes as smoothly as this one did, it takes its toll on you, and that toll had to be paid. We call this "tournament hangover", and I am still not recovered fully. Maybe I should have drank or something to cushion my system. All I know is that even as I write this, I sure could use a nap. Oh well, Saturday is comming.

May 9, 2006

I love it when they "get it"

You parents out there must remember with pride that moment when your child first figured out how to tie their own shoes. Perhaps the moment of pride was when your child finally figured out that urinals in the men's room aren't for pooping. Those of you who have taught school might think with pride on that day when the slow kid finally started to consistantly write their name in the upper right side of the page. Anyone remember that light bulb moment when your parent's finally figured how to work the VCR remote? What about email?

I had one of those glorious moments last night. Like feeding a child sometimes you have to play games to get them to eat their peas, "Here comes Mr. Airplane comming in for a landing". In most cases getting people to make that next brave step in fencing requires a little creativity. That's why I often layer my lessons like an onion. Onions have layers, fencing lessons have layers. Sometimes if you distract the fencer with one layer you can use the distraction to get them through another couple of layers.

Last night this happened. Did I mention that I had one of these glorious moments last night? ;) Every night someone comes away with something. Some nights the best I can hope for is some small step from only one person. Last night everything came together for one person. I almost wept. I'm not saying any names, the fencer in question is a regular reader and to say the name out loud might spoil the magic. Let me say this, distance, tactics, parries, persistance, and point control all took one big step forward. It was like a Rockettes kick line, beautiful and percise.

As rewards go, that was just about as nice as a paycheck.

April 10, 2006

Every Touch is Important

I have been on a soap box in club of late reminding eveyone that every touch is important. I admit in club it can be confusing to hear me say that then watch fence in a bout with a student and fence at their level so they can be successful against me. Jim goes so far as to counter that some touches are more important than others. This is also true. It made me realize that I needed to be more clear and more wordy on the subject.

Class is an opportunity to try things, learn things and when we bout apply these things to an actual tournament senerio. Everyone is in a different place in club so when each fencer fences they all have different goals. Our younger students are trying to apply skills learned in lessons to bouts. Our expereinced fencers are trying to expand their horizions applying new theories and techniques in a "live fire" situation. In between there are fencers who simply need "tournament simulator" time. Clearly while trying to do all three in pools at the same time, some compromises have to be made and because my club is filled to the brim with the greatest group of individuals I have ever had the pleasure to work with these compromises do happen. If an advanced fencer fences a less advanced one, they will 'fence down' to the level of the less experienced fencer so they can have a good experience and get what they need to get. The only thing you learn by being hopelessly crushed is a sense of worthlessness.

This said and out of the way, you have times where you have two evenly matched fencers who are able to fence to the best of their ability to try to win. Here is where we should apply Jim's "First touch is the most important" theory. When two fencers are evenly matched, the person who gets the first touch is winning, therefore the ounes of "catching up" falls to the other fencer. If they double touch for the next four touches, the person with the most touches still wins. This is very true, but it is somewhat short sighted. Lets look at the bigger picture.

The goal of pools is to be seeded in direct elimination. Each fencer's goal is to be seeded as high as possible so that their path towards first place is as easy as possible.

Lets say that there is two pools of fencers. In each pool there is six fencers. You have won all of your bouts 5-4. You fenced five bouts so overall you scored 25 touches and had 20 touches scored against you. You have an indicator of +5 and took first in your pool. The first place fencer in the otherpool won all but one of their bouts 5-2, and lost one 5-1. They scored 21 touches and received 13 touches. Their indicator is +7. Now imagine there are more than only two pools. You do not come out as well in DE's as you think, because though you won all of your bouts, your indicator is very low. The closer to the top you get, the weaker your opponents are. The closer to the middle you are the more likely you are going to fence someone closer to your own skill level. The closer to the bottom you are the more likely you will face someone much stronger than you.

The secret to climbing up this food chain in pools isn't winning bouts. It is winning and making sure you are not scored against. The secret is total defeat of each opponent. Many inexperienced fencers see pools as nothing more than a warm up for the big fight in DE's. The battle truly begins at the first touch in the first bout of pools and ends when you gear down.

The first goal is to win big.
If you can't do that, just win.
If you can't do that score high against everyone you lose against.

Every touch counts, even if you don't win the bout. Clearly this is difficult to practice in class, but you have to know it so you can practice it in tournaments.

March 30, 2006

Hoist yer colors!

Mario from over at Of Gods and Goblins came up with a pirate flag that represented him best.

So I made one for me:

By special request I even made one for the club's official Plunder Bunny to her specifications:

March 28, 2006

NC Divisional Championship Wrap-up

As predicted 200 fencers decended on an unsuspecting Burlington YMCA and the winners of their respective events are truly the best that NC has to offer and I didn't get to see any of it.

My job at this event was to manage entrants, and run the event. Project Management to the rescue right? First, if any of you have ever been involved with any activity, especially with parents involved you know how interesting things can get. I had all of that in spades.

"The schedule says that Under 16 Women's Foil was supposed to start at 8:30. It is now 11am and they have not started yet. I just wanted you to know that I am complaining to the USFA and the Division about this."

My reply, "Good morning to you! Here's our situation, four events were scheduled for 8:30am, two large ones and two small ones. We finally got the two big events up and running, and much to our surprise they are using twelve out of a possible twelve strips. Currently we are at 100% capacity in strips and referees. As soon as the pools are finished and we can start direct eliminiation in those events, we should be able to get a strip or two back to start your child's event. What we learned from this is next year we should make pre-registration manditory so we know in advance exactly how many fencers we are going to have for each event. This way we can tell you for sure when you come in at 7:15am that you aren't fencing until later in the morning."

It was like that all Saturday. Mistakes were made, and several of them were mine. When you have 200 people that are all going to want to check in with you at 7:15am you can't try to run things like you would in a small tournament. Ooops. Sunday was much better thanks to lessons learned and 5 hours of fitful sleep dreaming every possible senerio for the registration desk until one came up that was the most efficient.

Day one, the building opened at 7am and we didn't leave until 10pm.
Day two, the building opened at 7am and we didn't leave until 9:40.

My lessons learned:
0. Divisionals should take place over 2 weekends. Perhaps we could do the Opens on one weekend and the Junior, Cadet and Team events on another.
1. Pre-registration must be manditory.
2. Pre-registration ends on the Thursday before the tournament.
3. Check in will be staggered. If your event's scheduled check in time ends at 11am, I don't want to see you before 10am.
4. All fencer's ratings come off of the USFA report. If it says unrated and you claim you are a "C" tough.
5. If the USFA report says you are a South Carolina Fencer you WILL NOT fence in this event.
6. A white board will be posted with updated estimated start times.
7. Said white board will be 50 feet away from the registration area.
8. When the fencers check in they will show their USFA card, they will:


  • Pay for all events they plan to fence.
  • Sign a waiver.
  • Show their USFA card again to me and they will tell me what event they are checking in for. (If they are fencing in six events they will repeat this step six times over the course of the weekend.)
  • Go away.
  • Get their gear inspected at the armory.

9. I will remember to take the Monday after fencing tournaments off from work. Yesterday I was the walking dead.

If these things happen, the event will run much smoother and everyone will be much happier, parents, fencers, the division officers, and me.

In the relm of the good stuff, we had about 20 fencers from our club compete and most of them qualified to compete in Division II/III summer nationals being held this year in Atlanta Georga. This makes me very happy. In fact only four of my fencers have reported that they were disappointed in their outcomes. In every case, we both knew exactly why they did not perform as well as they hoped.

March 24, 2006

NC Fencing Divisional Championships This Weekend

See the best fencing North Carolina has to offer this weekend at the Alamance County Community YMCA as over 200 North Carolina Fencers decend on the poor unsuspecting town of Burlington.

Fencing will begin at 9am on both days and will likely continue through the early evening both days. As always admission for spectators is free and highly encouraged.

24 of our fencers will be competing, and our coaching staff will have their hands full trying to keep up with them all.

February 28, 2006

A Pirate Looks at Foil

In a conversation about the differences between the weapons the other day, I pretty casually stated that what separates foil from epee and saber is belief. When I expounded I discovered I had struck on comic gold (at least among the fencers present) so I thought I would try the concept out in the blog to see if A) it holds water, and B) if it is only a spoken joke.

What separates foil from epee and saber is belief.
I belieeeeeeve I have launched an attack at my opponent.
I belieeeeeeve I just got parried.
I beliedeeeeve that is a repost I see comming my way.
I belieeeeeeve that I had better parry that if I don't want to get hit.
I belieeeeeeve that I got a good parry and landed my repost.
I belieeeeeeve that there are two lights on the box because my opponent continued.
I belieeeeeeve that the referee is going to see it my way.
I belieeeeeeve that the referee gave it to the other guy.
I belieeeeeeve that the referee couldn't see a parry if it smacked them in the butt.
I belieeeeeeve that I had better get one light hits the rest of this bout if I still plan to win this thing.

That said, I want to mention something that happened this weekend to me. One of my fencers wandered over to me at the tournament and said, "I'm surprised you aren't fencing in this thing." I told him I wasn't qualified. He replied, "Don't sell yourself short, I know you spend most of your time coaching, but surely you could still fence." I then had to explain to him that by "qualified", I meant old enough to enter the competition.

Monday night in club we had eleven fencers and I wanted to do two team matches. In order to do that we needed twelve fencers. So I struggled into a lame and waded into the competition. Although fencing is a sport that anyone anyage in any kind of shape can take up, there is an advantage to having longer legs than torso. Not only is your target smaller, the longer legs give you a distance advantage when you lunge. Often with beginning classes my coach and I stand side by side to demonstrait the differences. Although I am six inches taller than my coach, her legs measured at the hipbones are six inches longer than mine. Thus although I am taller, she can lunge farther. I learned something in foil class the other night.

I belieeeeeeeve I had better stick to epee, where lunge reach isn't nearly as important as tip control. I'm just glad I had Nicole and Remy on my team to get points for us. All I managed to do really is run the clock. At least I am still smart enough for foil.

February 26, 2006

Downtown Duel: Sunday Final report

So here we are in day two, the turnout is the same today as it was yesterday. The plus side is we can be much more relaxed with how we run the event so everyone can have a good time without killing themselves to fence three events in a single day. Moral is good, and I haven't been outdoors since Friday night. I hear it is cold outside. The hallway is cold. The bathroom is freezing. The last time I saw my breath while peeing was when I was living in 30 foot long 12 foot wide trailer in Summerfield. The intertherm kerosene furnace circa 1962 was down and there was a good deal of snow on the ground. I can't rememeber the year exactly, but it was between 1992 and 1999.

Wait, this was about fencing.

Women's Foil Results
-First Regina Epps
-Second Henri Gales
-Third Judy Cooper

Men's Foil Results
-First Warren Epps
-Second Jim Kent

Men's Saber Results
We had some excitement in Saber, Chris Poulos had an UNBROKEN saber blade accidentally pierce a nearly new condition $60.00 PBT saber glove causing pain, bleeding, the need for a tetinus shot, and possibly stitches. This injury caused him to have to withdraw from the event on a medical.
Meanwhile the event continues.
-First Doublas Guild
-Second Jim Kent.

Epee Results
-First Wayne Bowman
-Second Jim Kent
-Third (tie) Douglas Guild
-Third (tie) Ron Wiedbusch

Overall the event, though not a monitary success (we hope we can get bailed out) was a HUGE success giving our fencers valuable tournament experience, and improving the reputation of our club as a place that host exellently run tournaments. Two out of three isn't bad at all!

Lessons Learned: Make the veteran's tournament combined, not separate, and maybe do it in a milder season, so the northern crowd isn't worried about snow.

February 25, 2006

Downtown Duel: Saturday Updated Live, All Day Long

Here we are live from the registration desk of the Downtown Duel being held at the Holiday Inn Airport, on Burnt Poplar Road in Greensboro. Foil is off and running! The fact that I am free to blog means that perhaps things could be going better. Well, that's not true. The event is running like clockwork and the foilest are all very happy...all five of them.
Lessons learned:

  • Make the age groups combined up until we get enough of a repeat following that we can split it up.

  • Don't schedule the event, the same weekend as another veteran event. Even if that tournament is in Florida.

  • Don't schedule the event two weeks from a high level veteran's event. Even if that event is in Reno Nevada.
  • We are definately not going to break even this year, but like everyone keeps reminding me, a good small event this year equals a better larger event next year. Its all about reputation. If your tournament runs well, you will have a bigger turnout for your other tournaments. One thing we pride ourselves on is running good events. Wether anyone comes or not. :)

    Women's Saturday Foil Results:
    -First Henri Gales
    -Second Judy Cooper
    -Third Sandy Ward

    Men's Saturday Foil Results:
    -First Keith Burkhead
    -Second Chris Poulos

    Women's Saturday Saber Results
    -First Laura Colon-Marrero

    Men's Saturday Saber Results
    -First Chris Poulos
    -Second Jim Kent

    Men's Saturday Epee Results
    -First Wayne Bowman
    -Second Jim Kent
    -Third (tie) Warren Epps
    -Third (tie) Ron Weidbusch

    Stay tuned, I will be posting Sunday's results tomorrow as they happen!

    February 24, 2006

    Fencing Tournament This Weekend in Greensboro

    The Downtown Duel will be held this weekend at the Holiday Inn Airport located at 6426 Burnt Poplar road. Get your Event Schedule Here. As a rule, fencing will start before 10am and will go on until all events are finished, that could be anywhere between 5pm and 10pm depending on the number of fencers involved. If you have time and are interested please come by! If you aren't in the area, but are interested, allow me to introduce you to FRED Every weekend there are tournaments going on everywhere and if you want to know where, all you have to do is Ask Fred.

    In America it is always free to watch fencing. In other countries where fencing is more popular the tournaments will take place in something oh like the Greensboro Coliseum and there would be an admission fee. Here in the US, a hotel ballroom is plenty of space for a small to medium tournament, and spectators are treated like honored guest.

    The Downtown Duel is one of the three events the Downtown Fencing Club (a program of the Downtown YWCA) host each year. The Downtown Duel is a veteran only event, meaning that fencers can be male or female, but must be over 40 years old. Veteran events are split up by 10 year ranges, Vet 40 is everyone 40-49, Vet 50 is everyone 50-59, Vet 60 is everyone 60-69, etc. Events are also split by gender, so for instance the Vet 40 men don't have to fence against the Vet 40 women and vice versa. All three weapon groups will be fenced this weekend, foil, epee, and saber. Many fencers will compete in two weapons and occasionally a brave soul with plenty of energy will fence in all three.

    For those who have never been to a fencing tournament before what you see can be somewhat chaotic. For this event we will have six playing areas (called strips) fencing can be going on all of these at once. With six bouts going on all at once, fencers will tend to stick close to the strip they have been assigned to so they don't miss any bouts. You can be sure that any question you might have will be gladly answered by anyone wearing white, who isn't at that moment locked in electric combat. Also helpful, I will be the guy behind the registration table with the computer and the stressed look on his face.

    One of the things the Downtown Fencing Club prides itself on is intereresting trophies. Having an artist on the coaching staff means never having to buy medals or trophies. For this event since it is veterans we thought it would be fun to give out awards for first place as old (or older) than the fencers themselves. It just so happened that we had eighteen fencing masks from the days or yore, no longer legal for modern competition. We couldn't use them and they were taking up valuable space so some enterprising folks and some donated wood came up with trophies that offered "alternate uses" for aging equipment. We made lamps, lamp shades, letter holders, accent lights, night lights, birds nest and bird feeders all from old equipment. For second place, our staff stained glass artist created some beautiful etched glass medalions. Having run out of ideas, we skimped somewhat on third place but since each event has a tie for third place it is easier to be frugal than fence for it and have to come up with something else clever.

    I hope to see you there!

    January 26, 2006

    What Be Me Pirate Name?

    I can't be a fountain of truth and wisdom every day. (Plus I was looking for this for my more enlightened fencers.)

    My pirate name is:
    Dirty Roger Kidd
    You're the pirate everyone else wants to throw in the ocean -- not to get rid of you, you understand; just to get rid of the smell. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!
    Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.

    January 23, 2006

    If It Fails, Do Something Else: A Bout in 15 Touches

    If you have ever really paid attention to coaches strip side, they all have a short list of phrases they use as code words to inspire their fencers to win the next touch. One of the universal ones usually goes something like this, Do something else." I believe the reason that it is a universal coaching phrase, is that we are coaching humans, or at the very least mostly human. People tend to have tendencies. There are things people just do, we call them habits, and they are a part of us that can be used against us. Coaches always try to make their fencers aware of these habits in the hopes that the fencer will realize their habits and use them tactically rather than habitually. The reason so many coaches are still shouting "Do something else!" strip side indicates just how hard this very simple concept is to put into practice.

    What comes below is what we hope and wish is going on in the minds of our fencers. For the sake of a good long winded explenation, I will use a 15 touch direct elimination bout as an example.

    Referee: "Salute, Mask, Enguard."
    Fencer: I am going to attack. The fencer does so successfully. The score is now 1-0.
    Fencer: That worked, I'm going to do it again. The fencer does it again, and it works. The score is now 2-0
    Fencer: I am going to attack again. The fencer is parried, their opponent's repost scores. The score is now 2-1.
    Fencer: That doesn't work anymore. They are expecting an attack so I will feint deceive. The fencer feints to the same line they were attacking in. Their opponent falls for it and attempts a parry, the fencer disengages and scores. The score is now 3-1.
    Fencer: They fell for the feint, I will do it again. The feint works a second time. The score is now 4-1.
    Fencer: It worked, again, so I am going to do it again. This time the feint doesn't work, your fencer deceives anyway (They have at best an E rating) and is parried. The opponent's repost scores. the score is now 4-2.
    Fencer: That didn't work. Both times my opponent reposted they went to the same place. I will use second intention and counter-repost them.. They feint deceive knowing that their opponent will parry and repost, they parry this and counter-repost. The score is now 5-2. If this had been a pool bout, it would be a very respectible win.
    Fencer: That worked, and I will do it again. It works like a charm. So they keep it up and when the score reaches 8-2, it is time for the one minute break, and each coach has 60 seconds to impart as much wisdom as their fencer can hold. Since my fencer is winning, I will just tell them how well they are doing, and make sure they get plenty of water to drink. The other coach has a much harder row to hoe.

    Break time over.
    Salute! Mask! Enguard!
    Fencer: I am going to do that counter-repost thing again. They start with the feint, and their opponent completely ignores it and counter attacks. The fencer is stunned. The opposing coach just smiles. Someone has been paying attention. The score is now 8-3.
    Fencer: This time I will feint. Maybe they think they are actually doing something different, maybe not. The end result is the opponent scores again with the counter attack. The score is now 8-4. The fencer's coach will probably choose now to shout out, "Do something else!".

    Fencer: I will attack! The fencer attacks, their opponent counter-attacks. The score is now 9-4.
    Fencer:I will attack again! As soon as the referee says "Fence!", the opponent explodes with an attack that catches your fencer completely off guard. The score is now 9-5. It is still anyone's game.
    Fencer:Parry! Parry! Parry! The referee calls, "Fence!" and the opponent makes another explosive attack, your fencer parries and repost for the score. 10-5. The fencer is getting the momentium back.
    Fencer:Repost is working, so I will keep it up. The opponent attacks, the fencer parries and repost, the opponent parries this, and counter-repost. The score is now 10-6.
    Fencer:They knew where my repost was going, I will have to change lines.The opponent attacks, the fencer parries begins the repost in the same line and disengages the opponent's attempted parry to lands the point. The score is now 11-6.
    Fencer:That worked! The same thing happens again, and the fencer scores by deceiving the parry. The score is now 12-6. It is time for the other coach to shout, "Try something else!"
    Fencer: It is still working. The opponent attacks, the fencer attempts to parry but there was nothing there they fell for a feint. They are hit before they even realize it. The score is now 12-7.
    Fencer:Well played.... The referee calls "Fence!" and the fencer makes an explosive attack, their opponent hoped the feint would work again, but being ignored, they are hit by the counter-attack before their deceive lands. The fencer scores another touch, the score is now 13-7.
    Fencer:I have you now! The referee calls "Fence!" The opponent doesn't feint this time, and the fencer counter-attacks into it. The score is now 13-8.
    Fencer:My opponent is getting smarter, but I can still win this. On "Fence!" The opponent reaches out their blade, it might be a feint, it might be a real attack, it doesn't matter the fencer reaches out beats the blade and scores a clean touch. 14-8.
    Fencer:Just one more touch! I will beat the blade again. The opponent, reaches out the fencer goes for the beat, but the opponent disengages the beat. The fencer's blade is nowhere helpful and the opponent gets an easy touch. 14-9.
    Fencer:Just one more touch. I can do it. The opponent extends, the fencer reaches out and seems to execute the beat again. The opponent disengages it and lunges, only to find that rather than beat, the fencer has executed a circle parry catching the opponent's blade, and using opposition rides the opponent's blade all the way to target. Touch, and bout. Final score 15-9.

    They salute the referee, each other and the crowd, they then shake hands, using their off-weapon hand and return to the ends of the strip where they unhook from the reels. The fencer moves ahead, the opponent goes home. The opponent's coach knows it had more to do with experience than skill, and tells their fencer, "This was a good bout, next time, I'll bet you beat them." They just might too.

    Doing something else is a difficult concept to train. We teach it through drill cycles that build on one another, as we teach the tactical wheel. (The Tactical Wheel is the name for the fencing theory behind the concept of "Do something else") Those coaches who pull it off find themselves running very high level programs with a nice number of fencers in the top 50 points standings in the nation. For the rest of us, the secret to this refining fire seems to be to keep banging the rocks together. Sooner or later we create a spark.

    January 19, 2006

    Fencing in the News

    It has been a good time for fencing lately. Last night we learned that one of the other other clubs in the city, (we think it may have been Delta H at the Glenwood recreation center) was on one of the local news affiliates that morning. We learned this as we were getting Katie Reetz of the News and Record ready for her first experience with Saber. Check out January 30th's N&R Life section to find out first hand what it is like to start fencing for the first time.

    November 28, 2005

    The Power of Ten Minutes

    In a direct elimination match: "A fencer must always be allowed a rest period of ten minutes between two consecutive bouts." o.26 page 38 USFA Rule Book. Its right there in black and white. If you win a direct elimination bout you have ten minutes before you have to fence the next one.

    Reality at the tournament. Your opponent watches you win the bout, he/she has to fence you next. They are supposed to give you ten minutes. Instead they step up and say something like "Ready to fence?" If you say something like "I would like my ten minutes" you might hear back, "Lets just get it over with, rest is for wussies." Yes, they might be impatient to finish but don't kid yourself, they are attempting to goad you into robbing yourself of a fair match. They don't want you to have ten minutes because if you are tired, they have that much more advantage over you in the bout. Don't fall for it. Don't fall for the "Be a man" talk, don't let them use your insecurities against you. Don't shortchange your own abilities. Sure, they might beat you anyway, but make sure they beat you honestly.

    Its even worse when a referee does it, and they will. Either they are favoring the other fencer over you, or worse yet they don't give a crap one way or the other and just want to be in the bar drinking. You get ten minutes. The rules don't say anything about it being an optional 10 mintues. I checked.

    I had been sitting on this for a week now in the hopes that I would be less angry about it when I finally put words to paper, but that isn't happening. This one doesn't get added to the Greensboro Fencing Website. Maybe when I stop being angry about this I will rewrite it up special for the website, but now I'm still fuming about my decision to take the high road and not beat the stuffing out of a certain referee who probably needs some good old fashioned corporal punishment.

    Just remember this. You get ten minutes. They are yours and no one can take them away from you. If you are called to strip early, walk up and remind your referee that you get ten minutes between bouts. Even better if you took the time to note the time so you could tell them exactly how much time you had left.

    You man win the bout, you may lose the bout, but no matter what make sure it was a fair bout for both sides.

    November 21, 2005

    Greensboro Fencers Qualify to Junior Olympics

    The Downtown Fencing Club fielded five fencers in this years Junior Olympic Qualifiers held at the NBS Gym Raeligh. Fencers who qualify at this event are eligable to compete at the Junior Olympics. Nicole Agresto Qualified in both the under 17 and the under 19 epee, a very impressive feat for a 13 year old. Also from Greensboro were three fencers from Delta H fencing club, two may have qualified in under 17 foil. All in all a very good day for Greensboro women fencers! I would offer some play by plays, but I was face down in the computer running the event. Stats I have though, and they are below.


    Eli Poulos
    -Cadet Men's Saber 17th
    Eliminated by Luke Loelius(16th) 15-9

    Greg Gaydos
    -Cadet Men's Saber 18th
    Defeated by Trevor Hess (15th) 14-15

    Tommy Dietz Bad luck drawing the first place seed in both events.
    -Cadet Men's Epee 8th
    Lost to Kyle Barja (1st) 15-5
    -Under 19 Men's Epee 8th
    Lost to Peter Kerkhof (1st) 15-7

    Trevor Battista
    -Under 19th Men's Epee 11th
    Lost to Luke Loelius(7th) 7-15

    Nicole Agresto
    -Cadet Women's Epee 1st
    Beating Carlin MacNOchol (2nd) 15-3
    -Under 19 Women's Epee 2nd
    Defeated by Alexandria Mead (1st) 15-5

    Also From Greensboro:
    Delta H Brian Wilson
    -Cadet Men's Foil 20th
    Lost to Jeffrey Cotter (13th) 15-5

    Delta H Chelsea Robson
    -Cadet Women's Foil Tied For Third and may have qualified.
    Lost to Graciela Nolen (1st) 15-4

    Delta H Sarah Hennessy
    -Cadet Women's Foil Tied for Third and may have qualified.
    Lost to Hannah Thurman (2nd) 15-7


    November 17, 2005

    Fence For Food 2005 Totals

    Thanks to the generosity of the fencers and of the citizens of Greensboro this year's Fence For Food invitational raised 146 pounds of non-perishable food for the Second Harvest Food Bank!

    Many thanks to all involved for without whom.....

    November 15, 2005

    The Modern Parry

    Without question at the root of all swordplay is a very simple, hard, and fast rule. Hit them, do not get hit yourself. When swords were impliments of destruction, not being hacked, slashed, stabbed, skewered and so on was the real key to survival. Those who were hacked, slashed, stabbed, skewered, and so on had a tendency to bleed to death, a good parry could keep you alive just long enough to kill your opponent first. Like Martha Stewert says, "Its a good thing."

    Now that we are an evolved society who replaced blades with bullets for day to day killing, the martial arts are pretty much religated to sport, exercise, and pay per view TV spectacles. These days at a karate tournament you don't have to deliever a bone crushing blow to your opponent, you simply have to make contact. Fencing has evolved the same way, foil only requires 500 grams of pressure to score, epee only requires 750 grams to score, and with saber it is simply necessary to make contact. The blood sport evolved, from bloody to sporty, and the defense evolved with it. It wasn't that many years ago as sword history goes that two sport fencers were judged on the quality and correctness of their actions even more so than on their actual tip to target contact.

    Today just as the touch does not have to be sufficient to kill, the parry doesn't really have as much to do as a defensive action. To quote Mr. Miyagi from the movie The Karate Kid, "Best defense, no be there". This is very true in fencing, the primary defense in fencing today is to make sure that you are not where your opponent's tip is. If you can't be where the tip isn't, then you have no choice left but to move your opponent's tip to where you aren't. Distance is the first defense, parry is the last defense.

    Here's the trick. In today's fencing, if you have to parry you don't have to work nearly as hard as you did when the winner of a tournament was the guy who didn't leave in a box. Just as the touch is scored with less than a pound of pressure to indicate a touch, the parry is little more than a sharp lateral movement of the blade allowing the forte of the parrying weapon to contact and move the incomming foible of the attacking one.

    A beginner, especially a young one, will always defend as though their life depended on it. Non-fencer children playing swords "fight" by hitting the swords against one another. They aren't trying to hit one another, they are playing swords. A beginning fencer is similar and what you see from the sidelines is the blades pointing at the ceiling, floor, and you-the bystander, seldom if ever at the opponent. (Floor hit.) We train a "proper" parry to move the blade just sufficient to make the incomming point miss your target. As the student gets better we make the parry smaller and more precise until literally all that is left is a sharp "click" sound as the defending blade snaps against the oncomming point and is instantly off in a well practiced reposte.

    For the sake of modern right-of-way, the artificial convention of "pretend this thing is really sharp" is delt with by the artificial convention of the modern parry, "I proved I could move my opponent's tip to where I wasn't, and I immediately reposted".

    Not that many years ago, you might need to move your shoulder a bit to parry and certainly your elbow. When I started fencing it was necessary to use elbow and wrist to move the incomming blade off target, today defence is in the fingers, specifically the thumb and the index finger. That is how you make the defensive action, that is how you make the audible "click", that is how you get that repost away and on target before the attacker can react. That is how you make touches without being touched upon.

    The "click" created by the defensive movement of the blade is all that you really need in Foil and Saber. Epee, where arguably there is no parry at all, since there is no right-of-way there is no need to prove that you defended yourself. Your only concern is hitting your opponent first. Here in the weapon where counter-attack is king and parrys are little more than delaying the inevitable, you must really parry if you intend to use one. Here the parry is all or nothing and you could still give it your all and still get nothing for it. If you choose to parry in Epee, you had better parry like you mean it. Any time you spend not trying to hit them, is nothing more than free time they have to continue to try and hit you. This is why you often hear Epee coaches yelling "Finish!" and never "Parry!".

    Any questions?

    November 14, 2005

    Fence For Food 2005

    It is events like this one that help me cope with commuting from a cheaper county, to and from the single wide, down the long dirt road in the aging Saturn. That is the level of rewarding we are talking about here.

    Here's the set up. At the end of our Fall UNCG CALL class we hold a mock tournament where these beginners plus our regular class beginners can get together and experience something very close to an actual tournament. They check in, they sign waivers, they "pay". A Tournament could be anywhere between $15.00 and $35.00, for this event, the "fee" is a non-parishable food donation.

    The happiest of accidents was that the News and Record just a few days before did an article on our Olympic Armorer Kathy Walters, in doing so they mentioned that something to do would be to go check out our little tournament to see fencing for themselves.

    And come they did! I have no idea if the article said spectators were to bring canned food, or if as one very large group they just all opted to pitch in, either way, my car is loaded so full of fencing gear we can barely commute due to the displacement in the equipment van caused by all of those boxes of canned food!

    This is truly a great town! I am going to have to get a high paying hobby one day that will allow me live in it. It can't interfeer with any of my rewarding work like at the university or with fencing, but unlike those two it must be able to pay the bills. Maybe I should finish one of the several books I have started on...

    November 6, 2005

    Bragging Rights, We've Got More "E"'s!

    Two of our fencers placed second and third in a Charlotte fencing tournament. Proud? Darned right I am! We of The Downtown Fencing Club have the tools, we have the talent, and we're getting the results!

    BooYa!

    November 2, 2005

    The Mind Works In Mysterious Ways

    I first noticed it with a fencer that we have decided based on a magazine article about Bran Cohen might have something like Asperger's syndrome. Noted and put away. It was interesting trivia and gave me some insight into how the fencer ticked but I assumed that it was simply a manifastation of what we thought might be Asperger's syndrome. The other night I noticed it in someone else, and it has been laying on my mind since then. I am just going to have to pay attention in class and see if this is a rule an exception or just coincidence.

    These two fencers' speech pattern matches their fencing patterns. Or "You fence like you talk!" If this even turns out to be true some of the time it becomes one more tool in my bag of tricks to make better fencers. Some this will be easy to test on as they have a particular speaking style that will be easy to look for on strip. Others will be much harder due to the fact that I have so little evidence that they are not mute!

    I will have to let you know what I find out over the course of the next few weeks....

    November 1, 2005

    True knowledge is to know to know what you do not know

    Long ago in a university communications class, or maybe it was psychology I forget. Anyway, I remember something about conversation theory (or some such), intersecting rings, and the simple notion that at any given moment there is what you know, what you think you know, what you think you don't know, and what you actually don't know. In watching my fencing students I have come to realize that this applies here too.

    It is much easier to witness in beginners because due to experience level, the part that they "know" is small enough you can see them reach the "actually don't know" much faster. I suspect this is common in all sports but since I know fencing, I will relate it to that. It all starts so well....

    "En guard! "
    "Ready! "
    "Fence!"
    Those three little words define pretty nicely in beginners the portion of the bout where they know that they know and are correct. OK, that was an exageration. A beginner knows where they stand at that point and one point beyond that. When the referee calls "Fence!" the fencer knows exactly what they intend to do.
    1. I will attack.
    2. I will defend.
    3. I will wait.
    If the opponent is similarly skilled it comes out like rock paper scissors, attack beats waiting, defending beats attacking waiting beats defending. The difference is that in Rock Paper Scissors, if both opponents choose the same thing it is a draw and they start in over. In fencing, it is just the beginning and they have to do something new quickly. They know what they want to do, they think they know what their opponent is going to do, they don't have a clue what is going to happen next.

    It looks like this. The referee says "fence" the beginning fencers do what they intend to do, if it works great, someone gets a touch and they move on. If it fails they end up falling into chaos to the point where they resort to a single tactic and keep doing it over and over again, the first person to actually hit anything stops the action.

    Coaches and parents have come to think of this beginner behavior as "cute". I am sure a little part of us dies every time it happens but that little piece is reborn when the fencers get more experience and fall into that panic pattern less and less.

    Experience brings a greater bag of tricks to start with, more future planning, and some understanding that they will be more successful if they understand their opponent better. Eventually even the most seasoned fencers reach a point where they and their opponent has no idea what is about to happen, but in most cases someone's landed a touch before that point.

    So to help the experience go along I offer these tips.
    1. Practice the things you know such that you don't have to think about doing them anymore. "Know yourself."
    2. Practice the things you don't know until you know them. "Know to know what you do not know."
    3. Study everyone's fencing so you have a greater feel of what their tendencies are. "Know your enemy."

    Master these three things and you will have true fencing knowledge. Now hurry up you only have your lifetime minus your age left to figure it out!

    October 14, 2005

    N&R Does Another Great Deed for Fencing In Greensboro

    After comming off of the wonderful coverage of The Downtown Fencing Club's[/url] first annual Titanic Open. We were treated to a nice followup with scores.

    I am willing to forget every nasty thing ever said about them by local bloggers!

    Many thanks to the N&R, and I look forward to future collaborations.

    October 10, 2005

    Titanic Open Fencing Wrap-Up

    First The Setup then The Event, now the wrap up.

    Everything went extremely well, the press was excellent, and I couldn't be happier. But as the event wound down, I still had one more problem to worry about and that was returning the Coleman Gym to the state we found it in. The gym normally houses all of UNCG's gymnastics equipment, much of it old and all of it expencive to replace. Back in the UNCG Fencing Club days the trick was trying to keep the club members from leaving early and sticking the core group to tear down and clean up by ourselves. I had seen so many times before in the past couple of days in so many ways that this simply wasn't the same fencing club. Still it was such a pleasant surprise to be able to say to our chief armorer than we wanted to move the direct elimination bouts to the front of the gym so we could begin moving the gymnastics stuff back into the back of the gym as a way of getting a head start on clean up. Than looking up some time later and being shocked to see that our volunteers had swarmed over there and taken care of the whole thing without my even realizing they had started. Just like a dream. By the time the awards for the last event were handed out we were 3/4 of the way packed and loaded. They eneded up having to wait for me to take down the computers and printers that comprised the registration table. Any smoother, and I would have suddenly found myself sitting alone on the floor of an empty gym. It was almost sureal.

    The event was so successful I actually look forward to February's Veteran event we're hosting called, The Duel in the Downtown.


    Thanks everyone...
    Just like a dream

    October 9, 2005

    Titanic Open: Part Two, The Event

    If I had to choose the single most difficult part of running a fencing tournament, It would be the setup of the tournament, the running of the tournament, and the breakdown of the tournament. Setup as you may have already read was just like a dream. I fully expected the dream to be over at 7am when I go into my office with a bag of coffee to brew for the staff and the referees. The last precious moments of peace and sanity were spent at my desk making last minute emails and a hoodie for Henri (sounds like a band).

    Back in the day, we operated on "fencing time", registration might close at the time you posted, but fencing would start when it started and not a second before. Back then, for each fencer you had to have a waiver, and a fencer card. The fencer card was a 3X5 card, one for each fencer in each event. The card listed their name, club and rating in the competition. Once registration closed these cards would be separated by club for each event and ranked in order with the highest rated fencer on top and the lowest at the bottom. For all of the unrated fencers you tended to have to call a representitive from their club to come over and rate them for you. Once you have a pile of cards for each club you formed pools dividing the clubs and the skill levels between all of the pools with the goal of making each pool of equal difficulty. When the results of the first round of pools came in you had to transfer everyone's scores and statistics over to their individual card, and with that informaiton create a second round of pools, this one more even than the previous based on the statistics from the first pool. Once that pool was finished you would copy that information over to each fencer's card and set up the direct elimination tree so common in other sports. Now imagine if you will, you are holding in one day three events and thirty people showed up. Half of those people were competing in two events and say five were going to fence all three. That means that as the organizer you have fifty cards to keep up with and updated. A good organized team of experienced event staff could start an event about a 45 minutes to an hour after the close of registration. Back in the UNCG fencing days, we seldom held more than one event per day, and with our most organized and skilled event staff the fencing could run on into the evening as late as 9pm. Remember, registration closed at 9am.

    Now instead of running on fencing time, we run with "Fencing Time". This tournament was the very first time I would use this software, and I admit I was more than a little worried about trying to run a tournament with 18 events per day using a piece of software I had never used before.

    OMFG! This is the coolest software ever. Its very existance could prove the existance of god, and I am not exagerating. In the old days one event might take 45 minutes to an hour to get started initially, and it could easily take another 45 minutes to an hour between pools and before direct eliminateion. Now the only lag between close of registration and start of pools is the speed of your desktop printer. Fencing Time did everything but referee. I was able to download all of our preregistrants into a format that the software could use to put them with their information into their events. Once the whole tournament was finished, I was able to export a file with the results that I was able to suck back up into the website for instant posting of the results. They simply thought of everything.

    I could spend the rest of this posting singing the praises of the best $50.00 anyone involved with fencing can spend, but I have more praise to heap around, and I am afraid I might be boring to read so on we go.

    One of the things we did right was have event staff T-shirts made in a nice bright color. The other was putting those t-shirts on the best bunch of adults and teens one could hope for. Nothing that needed doing was left undone. Everyone worked well together and helped to make our tournament a raging success. Not only from the standpoint of logistics, but just plain good public relations. One of our veteran fencers brought in some outdoor lawn signs pointing the way to the parking lot as well as the building, this helped not only the fencers comming in from out of town, but also the curious, who had never really seen fencing before. One of our parent's contacted the News and Record and the result was six hours of reporter/photographer time and one of the best write ups I have ever seen on fencing in Greensboro. We had a father son team running our merchandicing booth, and a fencer's father helped in the armory, while a fencer's mom manned registration with me taking fees, and getting waivers signed. Even our fencer's who weren't eligable to fence, turned out to score, timekeep, and even referee. As amazing a job as the software did of the administrative side of fencing, our club members and parents were just as amazing at the people side. We couldn't have had such a positive reaction from participants, parents, and fans without them.

    I couldn't be more thrilled to be involved in fencing, and all the demons I brought with me were cast out thanks to this event, and I have everyone to thank for that.

    October 7, 2005

    Titanic Open: Here's The Setup

    It was with some excitement and apprehension I walked into the Coleman Research Gym that dark and rainy night. It was a space I knew all too well. The UNCG Fencing Club was born in that space, and the last time I had anything to do with fencing at UNCG it was in that space. The fencing club was born there, and it grew there, fortunately when it got sick, it slunked off to the campus recreation center to die. There isn't a smell much more depressing than dead fencing club.

    I have a great many memories of fencing in the space, both good and bad. Ironically, most of the bad memories of fencing in that gym centered on setting up fencing tournaments, which was a shame since that was what I was there to do. Back in my college days, we were a college club filled with real college students. The men were really disfunctional and thought they knew everything, the women were really psycho for the most part, but at least they were generallly cute. We weren't NCAA, we were the other guys. We were the freaks and the geeks who were drawn to fencing for reasons that had little to do with being athletes. We were out of shape, and we were awkward, even those who had played high school ball sports. Most notabily, we weren't team players, and that was the one thing we all had in common.

    Setting up a tournament in those days meant we trickled into the gym between 7:00 and 8:30 and argued bitterly over how many strips and which direction they should go in. The actual setup began around 9:00 or so when the losing half left in a huff to either drink at Hams or sneak onto the roof of McIver Building to fence. We typically got finished by 11:30 or so, went to Hams, ate, drank, and vowed to be in the gym the next morning by 8am. (Few ever managed to keep that vow.)

    Now I am with a different club filled with a very different group of people, or at the very least the same group of people only they are either too young to be in college, or old enough to have graduated and gotten over themselves. Never was I more aware of this then when they arrived en masse right on my heals ready and able to do what needed to be done to get they gym ready for fencing.

    Instead of set up being a gang war over neutral ground with factions fighting with every last breath (sort of like congress), I was a conductor, and our club's members were highly skilled musicians. We went from a gym filled with ghost and memories, to a six strip fencing salle in record time and still had plenty of time left to stand around making last minute plans and decisions. The spirits of Bob, and Ben had been exercised, leaving behind only the spirits of Mark and Noah.

    It was a good night, and a very good omen for things to come.

    October 4, 2005

    No pressure? Than why am I typing this from under my desk?

    The Downtown Fencing Club's first annual Titanic Open is this Saturday. Cam and I have found ourselves suddenly at the head of the organization committee and let me tell you, its cold out here! Typically I we always do our part to help organize the tournament. For the first time we are the organizer's of the tournament.

    Last night (T-5 days) we discovered that we hadn't gathered all of the awards we would need for all of the events. You know, stuff like the 39 third place awards for instance. We're all good now, but I think I took years off my life in the process. Fortunately those were the senile ones where I would have been running up and down the halls of the old folk's home naked. And they say stress is a bad thing!

    We also realized that we never quite got around to getting the referee's lunches delt with. Should be taken care of by Friday. Should be taken care of by Friday. Should be taken care of by Friday....

    On the plus side, the Downtown Fencing Club now has stuff to buy. Who can resist cool swag!

    ah crap...hotel rooms for the referees! Wait, that's done. Wheew....

    ah crap...143 days until the Duel in the Downtown... I am a leaf in the wind...I am a leaf in the wind...I am a leaf in the wind...chocolate chip? I don't remember eating chocolate chips?

    September 29, 2005

    Protection... you know...down there

    This ought to be Sara's entry, but she's reinventing herself right now so I will take the reins and credit her often.

    The USFA rulebook mentions plastic male protection as highly suggested but not manditory, the reason is that the groin isn't really prime target realestate in any of the fencing weapons. In saber, it is off target completely. The main reason however is that the athletic cup seems to have been designed a hundred years ago, by someone who wasn't even an engineer. Some sports might "require" them but few beyond local youth sport groups even try to enforce it. (With mixed results.). The rule of thumb in fencing is that guys won't wear it until they get hit there one good time, after that they will be true believers. I have been hit there before, but never with force to convert me. I wore a cup in high school football, and let me just tell you, I wasn't running after anything. Pick up a car, yes, push a tree down yes, jog to the locker room, not a chance.

    While sitting in Rock Ola the other day waiting for food, I was casually watching a tv show on one of the sports networks. The entire show seem to revolve around football players getting wacked in the nards, and interviews with coaches and players. Coaches would see a player down and think, "Uh oh, is it his hip? Is it his knee?" "What? Its only his nuts? Ok, good I was worried there for a minute." The players interviewed all said that they didn't wear them because they were uncomfortable, some even offered that their speed was cut by having one on. I can believe it. Contrary to popular belief (mostly women's) the stigma against wearing cups has nothing to do with mans ability or inability to "fill it", it has to do with the fact that a it is hard to walk around with a big piece of plastic crammed between your thighs. (You'd think those women would know that already.) If the guy has fat thighs, the cup is cutting into the fat, if the guy has muscular thighs the cup is cutting into the muscle. If the guy has no thighs at all, he's probably not involved in a sport that warrents cup use.

    So I am having this exact rant with Sara who is listening patiently and I can tell from the look on her face she is giving it careful thought and wise consideration. Finally I shut up, and she speaks. What came from her mouth was so wise and true that it sounded like the voice of an angel. Allow me to share her wisdom.

    Her solution was this. The current cup is designed to fit into underwear and fit tightly to your body, thus its discomfort. The fencing jacket instead of being strait like any normal jacket, comes down in a triangle in the front, the point of which is actually in your crotch. A strap is sewin to this point and it connects to two D-rings in the back creating a pretty good barrier such that a blade won't hit your thigh and slide up under your jacket and into unprotected space. This being the case, why not sew a pocket onto the inside of the jacket at the point of the triangle for a cup to slide into. It would offer up all the protection but would not impede movement. She even suggested redesigning the cup so that instead of resembling an oxygen mask it would be a concave oval more like a bannana split dish. I don't know who's sick idea it was it make it oxygen masked shaped to begin with, but he was probably a real dickhead. (excuse my language, but it was necessary for comic effect)

    Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Nobel Piece prize worthy infact! (sorry, couldn't resist)

    September 20, 2005

    How To Be A Fencing Parent (Part Two)

    You have your book, you have your chair, you have a cooler full of water and good snack choices, your fencer is fully dressed out and ready to go. You think you job here is done right? Wrong! It has only really just begun. Unlike soccer, baseball, volleyball, hockey, and every other sport out there, fencing has one more little aspect that is especially difficult for the young fencer and it becomes a terrific opportunity for you.

    Once the fencer gets to strip they still have to hook up into the reel. (That leash thing that trails behind the fencer connecting them to the scoring system.) You have a young fencer who may at the best of times just getting the hang of tying their shoes. Manual dexterity is coming, but they aren't winning Halo tournaments yet. Look at them, they are wearing big leather glove on one hand, they are holding a three foot long weapon attached to them by a wire, and they have a mask in their hand. Now they are expected to hook the reel cord to the D-ring is attached to the jacket...on the back.

    Here we have two possible situations. Situation one, is pure painful comedy as the fencer drops their mask and tangles in their weapon while they attempt to twist around to get to the D-ring in the back. The farther they turn towards the back, the closer the D-ring comes to the front...on the other side. Most likely in the act of trying not to fall down they have accidentally kicked the mask two or three strips down. Meanwhile five minutes passes before the referee or coach from the other team feels sorry for the kid and hooks them up. Situation two, the fencer's coach or parent is right there with them. They follow the fencer up, give them a pep talk while they handle the reel cord thing and totally relaxed and composed the fencer steps up to fence with no embarrassment about the five minutes they spent performing physical comedy.

    What fencing allows is something that is not allowed in any other sport. Parental participation. In all other sports you are stuck in the stands cheering. In fencing, you can be much more active. At higher level competitions you would be stuck on the outside of the railing, but you are still within six feet of your child. At lower level competitions you can hook them up and unhook them up until the point that they are old enough to be embarrassed by your presence. You can be there with kind words and a bottle of water with no problem. You can't argue with the referee, or you will be ejected from the tournament, but if you are the type of person who would argue with the referee, you are already used to being ejected.

    For the young fencer you are in charge of the bottle of water, towel, extra weapons and body cords. When the fencer says "hungry" you say, "here's a snack". This is prime bonding time too if your career is the sort that limits bonding time on the weekdays. The chair and the book are for those long hours waiting for pools to begin and then the direct elimination to begin up to the point where your child is eliminated, or wins the event.

    Now, your child is finished with the event, and for the sake of argument, since it is one of their first tournaments, didn't win first place in it. You could leave, and go get some real food, but why spoil a perfect learning opportunity. Once your child has gotten into some dry cloths take them back to strip and find the fencer who eliminated them. See what they do well, what works and what doesn't. The sting of loss can be whipped away easily when your child sees that the kid who beat them, walked away with first place! Even if they are eliminated in the very next match, it is a valuable lesson in what works, what doesn't, and how yours can beat them next time.

    USFA Website for Parents

    September 19, 2005

    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.

    September 16, 2005

    How To Be A Fencing Parent (Part One)

    If you have ever participated in sport as either a parent on the sidelines or as a player, you know that each sport has its own idiosyncrasies that must be dealt with. In soccer you know you are going to spend all day outside. Ice hockey translates into expensive equipment and matches at all hours of the day and night, bring a warm jacket.

    Fencing has its own special set of idiosyncrasies such as the fact that though the tournament takes all day you and your child will spend most of it waiting to fence. Bring a book and a comfortable chair because typically tournaments never have enough seating and not everyone is cut out for sitting on the floor for eight hours.

    Food is another important consideration. In this respect we are more like soccer than high school volleyball. Don't expect a snack bar. Don't even count on a vending machine. Best bet, bring a smallish cooler with bottled water and healthy snacks. The best choices are things like string cheese, trail mix, and the like, the obviously problem with this is the best foods seem to be the ones most kids are allergic to. Do you best to pick stuff you and your child enjoy that also have good nutrition without being loaded with sugar. Protein and carbohydrates are key. A sandwich would work nicely. Don't get carried away with cooler size, the fencing spaces are usually space starved, and the first space to go is always the one meant for you.

    Here's probably the best place to talk about shoes for fencing. Yes, there are fencing shoes, they are expensive, and specific. Football and soccer have cleats, which if your child has ever played you know because you probably have several pairs of fairly new cleats in your closet that they have outgrown and can' t really be worn anywhere else. So it is with fencing shoes. My suggestion, get some much less expensive shoe that could be worn everyday, good choices would include indoor soccer shoes, cheerleading shoes, or just general athletic shoes. Avoid running shoes and basketball shoes. Because of the ways that we use our feet in fencing, basketball and running shoes are more likely to cause injury to the ankle due to their shape. Hightops just won't work. If you see a high top fencing shoe, make sure that you look at both shoes together. Freaky huh. The off weapon shoe is low top, the weapon side shoe is high top. I did say they were pretty specific to fencing.

    It is funny, I have seen parents with fencers go into the fencing space looking like a day at the beach, chairs, coolers, books, the whole deal. They set up on a half acre of floor space and then head over to the registration table to check in only to then realize that the fencer's USFA card is missing in action. We start with the "I thought you had it honey" conversation, and ends with mom emptying her purse on the counter. Always know where your USFA card is, you will definitely need it. If you aren't asked to show it, you will probably be disappointed with how the rest of the tournament is run, if you are new to the USFA a faxback receipt from the USFA works fine too.

    So the card thing finally gets sorted out. Money changes hands and you begin your first waiting period for the event to start. Probably a good time to get dressed and get your mask, lame, and bodycords inspected at the armory. Ummmm....body-what? "Mom, where are my socks?"

    We highly recommend having three things:

    Thing one, a carry on style bag where 2 pairs of socks, 2 T-shirts, knickers, jacket, gender specific hard plastic protection (how's that for politically correct), underarm protector, mask, glove, etc.

    Thing two, a fencing bag or other creative container (hard golf cases, PVC tube contraptions, etc) that holds the weapons, of which there must be two for each weapon fenced. You could store body cords here or in the carry on bag. Note the "s", there must be at least two bodycords and they must both work! Also if you are fencing saber don't forget the overglove and mask cords (yes two of them), these must be inspected at the armory as well. The idea here is to separate things that are going to be wet from things that should stay dry.

    Thing three is really only necessary if you fence foil or saber and that's a heavy duty plastic hanger for holding the lame. Lames are metallic fibre items that cover valid target area. They are hand wash only, and are very fragile. Nothing kills a lame faster than to be folded and crammed into a mask. On the other hand, kept hung up and dry you can expect your child to outgrow it before having to replace it.

    The next difficult thing to keep up with in fencing is where exactly you will fence and when. Sooner or later someone on the other side of a crowded gym will shout across the six or more crowded and active fencing strips something that sounded like Charlie Brown's teacher. That may or may not have been the bout committee calling your child to strip. My best advice is to know when the registration for the event ends. Usually the fencing of that event begins soon after the close of registration. Make sure that by the close of registration your child is dressed up, inspected and ready to fence. If they announce that they are running late, then you can perhaps remove the lame only and return it to the hanger. Being late to strip is a penalty that leads to points against the fencer, really late could mean your child is dropped from the event. No one is going to let you get away with the "We didn't hear you call" defense.

    When your child gets called first it is often an announcement of who is in what pool and when they will start. Medium sized events that are understaffed will often have to fence half of the pools first and the other half second. If so, its going to be a long day for everyone. A "pool" is a group of fencers who will fence each other. The score sheet keeps up with wins, loses, touches scored, and touches received. At the end of the pool the referee does math and comes up with a places in the pool for each fencer. Wins count first, indicators count also. The "indicator" is the total number of points your child made minus the number of touches they received. The number could be positive if they are doing well, negative if they are doing less well. When all of the pools in their event is finished the wins and the indicators are used to place the fencers into one big direct elimination bracket. Your child is typically finished with the event as soon as they are defeated. Unless of course there is repechage then they have to lose twice.


    USFA Website for Parents:

    September 13, 2005

    Fencers on TV

    If you happened to be watching FOX this morning, (we despretly tried) you would have seen the Downtown Fencing Club's very own Cameron talking about fencing as well as UNCG's CALL program, where fencing is just one small part.


    Sadly, even knowing in advance that she would be there, we could not manage to coax FOX's signal out of the air and into our TV. I was hoping to see just how much more pale Cam could look and I missed it! ;) (Teasing Cam, no reason to plot revenge)

    August 30, 2005

    Odd Things Spawn Comedy When Placed Correctly

    Friday I was given a care package containing some old fencing clothing in a big plastic bag. I unpacked the bag on the way out the door Friday and didn't notice the plastic breast protectors (Hub Caps) until Monday morning. For those that don't know fencing, the Hub Cap was the first hard protection for women. They are about six inches across and concave made of aluminum or plastic (these were plastic), and because of the way they look are often called hub caps or frisbees. These were then inserted into pockets sewn into the inside of the woman's fencing jacket. The problem was that whoever sewed in the pockets were making some pretty wild assumptions about where a woman's breast is found on the chest. Breasts being like dishes, everyone stores them in the kitchen but not necessarily on the same shelf. This poor system was later replaced by a much better one that gave better protection and didn't require pockets at all. (Later still a mens version was made.) But I degress...

    I didn't want to forget to bring them to club so I innocently placed them on my desk so as to not forget them. It was just gear to me and I didn't think another thing about it.

    The comedy came in two types.

    Type One: The visitor knew what they were.
    -A former fencers comes into my office sees them and without missing a beat says, "So, are you planning to get those filled today?"

    -Another former fencer comes into my office (a woman), sees them, looks at me like she just noticed I was naked or something and says, "I'm not going to ask. I am simply not going to ask." This was extra funny as she immediately spun around and walked out without asking the question that brought her there to begin with. Turned out she wasn't insulted or anything, just completely shocked by my surprising her. (I see a challenge!)

    Type Two: The visitor had no idea what they were.
    Him: "What are those things?"
    Me: "Armor plated yarmelkes, strait from the manufacture in Isreal."
    Him: "You're kidding."
    Me: "Not at all, the world is a dangerous place, these slip inside of the lining of a normal yarmelkes to give the wearer protection from snipers."
    Him: "What are you doing with them."
    Me: (sinister) "Like I said, the world is a dangerous place."

    -A project manager walked in picked one up and said, "This is the ugliest salad bowl I have ever seen."


    Sometimes the joke is on me:
    A woman walked in saw them, grinned at me and said, "Wow! I didn't know you were in to that! Very cool..."
    I will go to my grave wondering what she was refering to. My office is decorated in fencing stuff.

    July 11, 2005

    Doubles Fencing: Our Experiences

    After reading about doubles epee in American Fencing magazine the coaching staff of the Downtown Fencing Club was very curious about how it would be. Since it was summer and our students are often comming and going with vacations, camps, and such, it seemed like a terrific time to try something new to break up the monotony. We wouldn't have that many new students during the summer so it wouldn't really interrupt our lesson structure.

    The first hurdle was equipment, but since we currently have on our roster North Carolina's only USFA certified armorer, there is little that can't be overcome. She created the adaptors in about an hour.

    During that time we had the students split into two groups and had them play games that broke them out of the conventions of one on one swordplay. By the time the adaptors were completed they all anticipated what was next and were excited about the prospect.

    It went well, and a great deal of fun was had by all. We will probably keep doubles epee as one of our activities. It is not a USFA recognized sport, and probably won't ever be, however what it teaches about tactics is valuable enough that we see it as very useful.

    Also, the kids love it...

    Actually, I had a blast too...

    June 20, 2005

    The Great and Mysterious Circle of Fencing

    Forward
    One of the things I have always loved about blogs is the ability to say something equally to everyone who chooses to read it, yet still be able to talk directly to one person. Its not that the others aren't allowed or welcome to read my musings, it really has more to do with a message being for everyone but inspired by that one special person, thus today's blog. Of my entire readership the fencing portion equals the other coaches, plus one parent who happened to see my blog on TV. That was a shock. After that first few minutes of blind panic a'la-
    "OMG what if I wrote something inappropriate? Oh wait. No, that's why I made the decision to write under my own name in the first place. Wheew! I nearly soiled my mouse pad there for a second!"

    Now I am just happy to have one more reader.

    So as it works out I can write a message for the world to see that speaks great and cosmic truths that transcend all sports, activities, and hobbies and yet speak directly to one special fencer. (You kNow who you are because I told you friday in Club to expect this. Only i wouLd never say your name for fear of Embarassing you.) :)

    Chapter One
    The Circle of Life

    Fencing, (a term I use to describe "all thing great and small") is a circle. You fence with a strait line, on a strait line, in a strait line, but you the fencer moves in circles developementally. One half of the circle is "Skill", the other half of the circle is "Confidence" and they overlap such that balance between skill and confidence are only reached at two points around the circle. (see figure A. assuming I remember to make a figure A) This makes so much since to me that I am sure I must have read it in a sports psychology book somewhere, I just don't know where that book is right at this moment. Just realize that I am pretty sure I am not breaking any new ground in sport today.

    Everyone who does anything, or as I like to say, "in fencing" everyone is constantly moving around the circle. You come in you have only enough confidence, to at least make the leap into choosing to fence in the first place. You have only what general skills you brought with you. This is an equilibrium point. You learn skills, the more you know the more you realize you don't know and your confidence drops. You are on the skill side. Then one day you notice that you are doing well, winning bouts and bringing home medals. You have the skills, and you are gaining confidence. This is the other equilibrium point. Now you are very confident, and you start to become a little reckless, cocky even. You are trying new things and they are working or they aren't. Its a fun high point where you walk in and think to your self, "I've beaten them, and them, and them..." you've made a little pecking order in your own mind and you know you are at the top of it. Then one day some noob wipes the floor with you and then struts around after like king of the world. You are crushed and you doubt your own abilities. Welcome home young jedi, the circle is complete. In college we referred to this as "Time to drink". Prior to college, you get mopy listen to angry or sad music and wear dark colors. After college we refer to this as getting a new look, and buying a motorcycle. (I want a motorcycle.) Later in life it is called a midlife crisis, you buy a sports car, and hang out with younger people.

    But I digress.

    1. You come in knowing nothing, and you know you know nothing. You get perspective.
    2. You learn skills and build confidence. You get good.
    3. You are successful and no one can touch you. You get cocky.
    4. You are crushed in humiliating defeat by some scrub who should have never scored on you to start with. You get destroyed.
    (lather, rinse, repeat)

    However, you don't exist in a vacuum. You're on the "merry-go-runaround" and so is everyone around you. And seldom is everyone in the same place. Its really probably better that way. If you don't ever hit #4, the guy on the other end of the strip never gets to hit #3. Thus, you never get to make it back to #1 and #2.

    To make things even more interesting the circle doesn't necessarily have to be a perfect circle. Based on personality most people's circles are some sort of egg shape. Where the smallest point on the circle could be any number above or somewhere in between. I have this incredibly talented and skilled fencer. She walks into a tournament, quiet, shy and unassuming, she steps onto the strip and dismembers her competition like a hungry lioness, but you never see teeth or claws. She's sort of like a cute little bunny rabbit. A carnivorous one named Coney, with an insatiable appitite and no mercy. She moves very slowly around an egg shape where she spents a great deal of her time in 1, and 2. Less time in 3. 4 came and went in a single week and suddenly she is back at 1 again.

    On the other hand I have a guy who spends so much time paying his dues getting beaten by one beginner after another that when he finally does have his day in the sun he doesn't know how to act and for a short uncomfortable period of time I am at once thrilled that all of his hard work is finally paying off, yet can't wait to see him get knocked back a peg or two. If my fencer above is a carnivorous bunny, than my fencer here is a ferret named Kiki.

    What happened Friday was My rabbit hit 4 just as the ferret was basking in 3. Were I as a coach in college still, I would've stopped by the alphabet store on the way home that night. Any good coach fears seeing his athletes in stage three and absolutely hates seeing the fencer hit the inevitable stage four.

    Chapter 2
    Precipitating The Crisis

    We already know that athletes don't operate in a vacuum. In my previous example rabbit hit four while ferret was in three. This wasn't coincidence. Like the planets and the stars, each has an affect on the other. My ferret's cocky poinging shook the confidence of my rabbit which fed the ego of the ferret. What do you know? Another circle!

    So knowing that one can affect the other you can use it to your advantage just like NASA uses the Sun's and planets' gravity to get their various probes to their destinations.

    So we know that our rabbit can be defeated by our ferret's poinging. We saw it Friday night in glorious technovision. What the rabbit doesn't really realize yet, which I am here telling her right now is that she can distract the ferret with a shiny thing in the same way. Our ferret is easily distracted both on and off the strip and small shiny things can create huge distractions in his mind. If you were to suddenly switch to dynamic footwork, he will suddenly switch to dynamic footwork, which he can't do. He will be so distracted by trying to hop like a bunny that he will forget he is fencing, now attack! Touch rabbit. You will probably be able to immediately score on him again just because he will still be so shocked and distracted by the previous touch.

    Everyone has a weakness. My rabbit can have her confidence shattered by her opponent's overconfidence really easy. (Do I have to really name names?)
    My ferret can be completely derailed by any distraction. Paintball ninja can't be pushed. (Paintball ninja is enjoying a very long and glorious period in stage 3 because no one here will push him.)

    Everyone can be defeated in two ways, physically and mentally. Some coaches concentrate on the mental game, its quick, easy and it works up to a point. They don't make many friends either. At the Downtown Fencing Club we concentrate on the physical one. It might take longer, but in the end you go much farther, and no one ever thinks you're a butt head. That does not mean that you should ignore the mental game, just be aware that that way lays the dark side.

    And I stick the dismount with a Jedi reference.

    To sum up:
    1. You can defeat anyone as long as you have both the skill and the confidence. If you lack either one, you will fail.
    2. Competition happens not only on the strip, but also in the minds of the competitors. Why do you think I spend so much time teaching the new kids to put their masks on with one hand?

    Now go be amazing.

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    April 17, 2005

    Nationals Day 2

    I found myself standing next to a young lady that seemed very familiar to me, though I couldn't immediately place her. There was something about her smile that was all too familiar and I thought I had lost my mind somewhere along the way. Then I realized it. Her name is Sada Jacobson, we have a picture of her hanging on the club bulletin board with a Bronze Olympic medal hanging around her neck. Oh yeah, her. So here I am stading within arms distance of an olympic medalist wearing warm up pants and a simple white tank top. What do I do? I look her over really closely. I want to know what muscles on a saber fencer of her level are most used and developed. This way I can go back to my club and make my fencers do exercises that will develop those same muscles. Easy right? If the Doc hadn't been standing right next to me I would've missed it. There was nothing that I could see above the waist that indicated she even fenced at all. Her shoulders, back, chest, bicepts, looked perfectly typical of anyone her age and build. She looked healthy, but I had seen more overall "fit" bodies" in the college student rec center. Then the Doc saw what I missed. I noticed that the bicept wasn't developed at all. What I missed was the fact that her bicepts and her tricepts were the same size! Holy crap, that's a whole bunch of pushing power on her saber! Her actions were so pure that only what was necessary was used and developed. Wow... And you're probably wondering why I haven't mentioned anything about her below the waist. This is because below the waist she was exactly like every other elite fencer. Her legs were like tree trunks and her hips were to die for. Nothing new there.

    Later in the morning I watched her fence for first place at Nationals. Her opponent was very active, very aggressive, and screamed after each touch like a wild cat. In fact I think she must have learned her scream from watching discovery channel. Everyone watching the bout, and there were so many packed so tight that if you didn't know WHO was fencing, you would thing there had been a medical emergency on that strip. Anyway she would scream, Sada would be completely unaffected by it and the crowd would quietly mock the screamer.
    The score was something like 8-4 against Sada, when she opened up a can of whupass and won the bout something like 15-7. We are not sure why she started slow and then kicked butt. The Doc suspects it might have been that Sada took a few touches to figure out how the referee was calling what, and then delievered exactly what the referee wanted to see.

    After Saber we caught up with Carlos Bruno a former fencer of ours who has gone on to do great things. He entered the tournament at around 136 out of 147 fencers. After the first round of pools he was seeded 33. This was an amazing jump of 103 places. Now was a single elimination 15 touch direct elimination round to make the field of 32. If you make the round of 32 they had repechage so in a nutshell you had to lose twice to be eliminated. Sadly Carlos was eliminated before the top 32. It wasn't his skill or his execution, it was sadly in his head. The one aspect of competition that he hasn't developed yet is a good sports psych attitude where you can let each touch go, let your competitor's antics go, let your equipment problems go, and just focus wholey on the next touch. When we reached the round of eight everyone who did not have this mindset had been eliminated.

    So as you can see from my rambling, this trip was extremely educational and I am looking forward to getting what I know drilled in to the young and impressionable minds of our shining students. Anyone can succeed if they are given the tools necessary to win and instilled with the desire to win. The rest is just time.

    April 15, 2005

    Greetings from Division 1 Nationals

    I'm live from Chatanooga Tennessee. I am on my second glass of Tennessee Red and I am a little sleepy. The ride down here was smooth and the fencing I saw was even smoother.

    I got to see the round of 8 to the finals of Men's foil. Let me tell you something. Foil down at my level looks NOTHING like foil at this level. These guys even hold the weapons differently. Rather than hold the foil with their thumb and index finger, they hold it with their thumb and other three fingers. The index finger runs down the side of the grip. In effect they are literally pointing at whatever they want to hit. The downside to this is that their index knuckle is sticking out from behind the bell.

    Other stuff....They move blindingly quick up and down the strip. We plod like bovines. They are actively controling their opponent's actions. We react like Pavlov's dog (Look it up). They attack equally from anywhere four O'clock to eleven O'clock. We attack from the single place our tip happens to be at the time.

    They are on the world team, we are beginners. We will learn, they will just grow old. :D (Wine talking there).

    Tomorrow we will be doing research and cheering Carlos Bruno to victory or bust. He'd like that.

    April 7, 2005

    Fencing: A hobby with hobbies

    One of our adult fencers brought up the very valid point that we can tell them that they are doing something but if they can't see it, they might not believe us. Then when they go to a tournament and the referee sees it the way we do, the student has a bad day and might not fully understand why.

    They wanted video of their bouts so we could show them their mistakes and they could see video proof that it was happening. This is a terrific idea and we used to use video all the time at UNCG in fencing. However, I am but a poor blogger and have never in my life owned a video camera of any kind.

    This requires thinking outside of the box. I can do that! What I came up with was a odd contraption that consisted of my NEC Versa Litepad, and a Logitech Quickcam 3000. So imagine if you will, the tablet in my left arm, and the "all seeing eye" held in my right hand with eight feet of cable draped around my neck. I've always wondered what my fingers could see if they had eyes. (But not too much, when I imagined it, I kept poking myself in my eyes everytime I tried to pick something up.)

    With the Logitech software I could either take stills or video, which was what I wanted. The difficulty was that I didn't have the necessary third hand which would hold the stylus and click "start" and "stop" on the tablet.

    The outcome of my test is here, taken during some group drills in our saber class. (29.3MB, avi format, 640X480 resolution, 176kbps, 2:14 minutes long)

    What I learned was that though it "could" be done, the webcam I had didn't have a fast enough frame rate so when actions approached fencing speed, what you got was a blur in a strobe.

    Yes, I suppose I could go out and buy a bluetooth clip on camera that can take video at over 30 frames a second, but in the end all we really need is a camcorder and surely someone in the club has one they would be willing to bring to class each lesson.

    April 4, 2005

    2005 NC Division II Qualifiers

    Well. Its Monday again. I can understand being tired, I just wish I wasn't so sore. The Downtown Fencing Club hosted the NC Division's largest event April 2nd and 3rd. It went without a hitch though we did learn some valuable lessons.

    1. North Carolina has a lot of fencers in it.

    2. Everyone who was qualified to fence in Divisionals did, even though the Division II Nationals' tournament they were competing to qualify in is in California this year.

    3. 1/3 of all fencers will choose to register at the door rather than preregister on line even though it cost more to wait.

    4. Sara and I do not share fencing as a common interest.


    In other fencing news, The elections went well and though we had to say goodbye to an incredible bunch of officers we got in their place another terrific group of folks. I was nominated to a committee. I am excited about the work and I look forward to serving the division in this capacity.

    Setup for the event at the Greensboro Holiday Inn Airport went well and I was in bed by 11:30pm. I was up by 5:30, worked in the armory under Kathy Walters all day. We had the division meeting, repaired and restored the room and made it back to the room by 1:30am, where I had to set the clocks ahead to 2:30am. I don't have to tell you how hard that was to face. The next day started before 6am and the fencing continued, followed by packing up and leaving. I got to bed at 11:30 last night.

    I need a vacation. A day off would do. Maybe a weekend. Well. Its Monday again. I can understand being tired, I just wish I wasn't so sore.

    March 22, 2005

    I assure you, this IS a funny fencing story

    This ia a funny story about fencing. Really. I admit the core of the story is anything but funny, but the hysterical events surrounding it couldn't have occurred without it. Either that, or I have a sick and twisted since of what's funny.

    This story was related to me by Kathy Walters, who is not only our armorer, but a nationally rated USFA certified armorer.

    Apparently in Denver recently at a NAC-D there was an accident involving a women's saberist. Someone established a point in line and she threw out a parry three to take right of way and initiate a repost. Her timing was off and her opponent's unbroken saber blade pierced her glove* and entered her wrist, the blade ran under the skin up to the elbow where it nicked a blood vessel. No one noticed this fact until the fencers returned to guard and one of them was spurting blood.

    * The armors put their heads together and could only count six times that a similar injury has happened in the past two years. For a toy maker, babyfood maker, or any other industry, six accidents in two years does not even create a blip on the radar. In the sport of Fencing, if an accident occures six times in two years on the whole of planet Earth, its the same as a full scale CDC Red Alert pandemic. The spec on the saber blade was changed two years ago to be stiffer, thus helping to eleminate scoring by the blade whipping over the parry and striking valid target. This is not the problem. The problem was when using this new spec blade you were wearing your same old tired three weapon glove. In my case, my first three gloves were nothing but threads in the palms before I ever considered replacing them. My newest glove I consider in "new" condition and it has one hole from an unbroken epee blade going right through the soft, thin, supple, washable, leather material in the palm. Plans are underway as we speak both by venders and the world wide armoring committee to revamp the spec for the three weapon glove to prevent this accident from happening again. For now, it is up to the fencers to replace their gloves when they get worn. The glove is after all about the cheapest piece of fencing equipment you can buy.

    Now for the funny part. (See I told you there would be a funny part).

    When the accident occured, a very well oiled machine sets into motion getting the required, on site EMT to administer first aid while the bout committee gets an ambulance then gets the paramedics to the fencer in need. Outside of this well oiled machine however lives chaos and anarchy and every one of them is carrying a cell phone. Some well meaning fencer called 911 and reported a "stabbing", which though technically correct, wasn't the best descriptor under the circumstances.

    Since it was called in as a "stabbing", the police had to be called to verify the location was safe before the paramedics could enter the building. Since the police and the ambulance was responding, the fire department must respond. So for a flesh wound caused by a fencing accident, we have a police car, a fire truck and an ambulance racing to the event location.

    In route the police car is involved in an auto accident. The fire truck and the ambulance continue racing towards the venue. Just inside the parking lot the fire truck in involved in an accident. The ambulance, stuck in the back can't get close to the building. The paramedics take off running with their arms full of their standard kit. They run up ramps, up stairs, down stairs and find the accident scene. Once there they are immediately cussed out for taking too long by some fencer who happened to also be a Doctor. (This fencer was shown the door by the USFA event staff.)

    The paramedics do what they can and (presumably) walk her to the ambulance to take her to the hospital. In route to the hospital the ambulance is involved in an automobile accident.

    Wait, its not over yet!

    The semi truck that hauls the tournament equipment across the US is going up to the loading doc to pick up the trailer. The truck is involved in an accident when it strikes the side of the building. The truck's axle is broken in the crash.

    Wait, its still not over yet!

    Our very own Kathy Walters, jumps into the the car with one of the USFA event staff. They back into the head armor's truck.

    Ok, now its over. The score, one injury and five auto accidents.

    The fencer by the way is fine, she had I heard, two surgeries to repair the damage and is expected to make a full recovery and continue fencing.

    March 9, 2005

    Greensborofencing.com

    I try once a year to revamp the Greensboro Fencing website. Typically I would use pico or notepad to work in but this time around I decited to use one of my favorite planning tools Mind Manager X5 Pro to create the site.

    All I had to do was plan out what information I wanted on the webpage, organize it the way I wanted, insert a picture here, a link there, the whole time working with the data visually. Once I was happy with the content and the organization, I clicked "export as html" and it spit the pages out in just seconds. Very cool. It offers five different web templates depending on how you plan to use the data and how much data you have.

    Pretty slick appliaction. I found it early in my project management life as a way to generate work breakdown structures with out having to use M$ Project. The beauty of the product is if the next guy to use my data doesn't have Mind Manager I can spit the document out as a Project file, Word file, Excel file, or pretty much whatever. Plus it makes us look really good when we use it to teach classes or give presentations.

    Whoops. All I wanted to do was talk about the new fencing webpage but I ended up being sidetracked by the application.

    My name is Woody, I teach fencing, I am a geek.

    March 7, 2005

    Downtown Fencing Club (Bragging Rights)

    So Saturday we cruise down to Charlotte for a Regional Youth Circuit Event. The competitors run in ages from 8-14. Typically these events draw about a hundred kids with a parent or two each, possibly some siblings, occasionally some extended family and for the group usually a coach. An RYC involves a BUNCH of people so they require very large spaces you would want at least six strips for the fencing and that much space again for the hords of parents, video cameras and support staff. 12 hours before the start of this event an email goes out that says that the space for the RYC fell through and they are having to move the event to a local fencing club. So the email said three things:
    1. The organizer of the event didn't do a good job.
    2. The new space is going to be way to small.
    3. Many families won't come, those that do come will:
    a. Get to the wrong space and never find the right space
    b. Get to the wrong space, but manage to find the right space angry.
    c. Manage to get the email in time but arrive angry.

    So we showed up to a double garage in an industrial park which is where the event was held. It was a terrific place to have a club, a single coach could teach a class of eight to ten with no problems at all. This is NOT a place you can have a tournament of any size. The RYC would count in this. But everyone there recognized that poor planning was to blame and those that stayed put their best foot forward in a really positive way. Even when to my complete bewilderment the organizer who dropped the ball announced that the event was a complete perfect success and he would try to host another one in a space the same size next year. The organizer is obviously out of his mind.

    But enough complaning. (Though it had to be done.) On Saturday we had three coaches and fielded seven fencers in eleven events. At the end of the day we brought home eleven medals. Who could ask for anything more! :) Sunday we were slated to have three fencers and one coach. I fully expect to hear later this morning that we brought home three additional medals. Our kids rock. I would say more but it wouldn't be proper to talk about my students in too much detail here, plus I think the design of the Greensboro Fencing .com website website is getting stale. I am inspired to webdesign.

    November 22, 2004

    JO Qualifiers: Yeah, I'm a proud coach.

    This year was the first year we had more than one fencer in the age group eligable to fence in Junior Olympic qualifiers. Having been making a name for ourselves in the Regional Youth Circuit we were excited to see how our Cadet and Junior fencers would fair.

    This year we had five students in the right age group to fence here. We went in with no real expectations. Three of our five had almost no competitive experience. Our five students competed in eight events and we actually had one qualify to compete at the Junior Olympics in Texas in February. This was pure frosting for us. Our main goal was to make sure that our five fencers had a good time and got some experience fencing kids their own age.

    I think if you were to ask any of them they would tell you that they were disappointed in their outcomes. I suppose that is typical for young teens. Me I am thrilled they went out, looked good, knew what to do, and behaved like professionals. Added to this, we had a high enough coach to student ratio that we could take really good notes about what we needed to work on as a club so they could be successful next year. Next year, when we will be bringing 11 fencers in the right age group, many of them very experienced from fencing in the younger age groups.

    This year was recon, next year we sweep the qualifiers.

    November 18, 2004

    Even Fencing Coaches Get Punished Sometimes

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    50 Times, next time will be 100.

    October 12, 2004

    Fencing: Always good, but some days are better than others

    Every fencing time now is good time, I like my students, and I like being a part of making them the best fencers I can. Some days are truly better than others however.

    Last night I came in created a scoresheet in Exell on my tablet and as each fencer arrived I plugged their name into the list. It was the last Foil night of the session and I wanted them to have a tournament like experience.

    By ten minutes past starting time I had four fencers. This is eight less than usual, but I blamed it on the NAC in Atlanta and it being Columbus day. We go into the gym and they warm up and get dressed while I set up the electric strip.

    There were only two electric foils in the foil box. This is very unexpected. But two is the bare minimum needed to play. We will fence, and if one of the weapons stops working we will just jump right into epee. Turned out the Epee box had four weapons.

    I test both foils and they work. This is a good start. First two fencers on strip...test...one fencer fails. Body cord. No problem. I replace the body cord. The fencer fails again in the same way. Hmmm...not the body cord. I start checking at the back of the fencer. The problem persist. The body cord is definately fine.
    Check the other fencer. The fencers are both good natured and while I work they tease each other over whose fault it is.

    The second fencer tests out fine, so I begin to test the system piece by piece. To make a long story short Reel #1 was having problems on the "C" line. There are only two reels and both need to work to fence anything. Were we private we would have plenty of equipment, but as a volunteer group working inside of a non-profit equipment is a rare and precious thing.

    I gave up in frustration and my four students had left by 8pm.

    I guess the lesson here is not to throw yourself 100% into something and then feel like a failure when it doesn't give 100% back. Nothing worth doing has ever come easy. I just need to be patient when things out of my control go wrong and just apply steady pressure towards the future. I shutter to think how my life would be if I had said that I was only going to teach fencing and nothing else no matter the cost. I'd probably be depressed and working at Walmart right now.

    October 3, 2004

    In case you didn't know my kids rock.

    I'm talking about the young fencing students I help teach at The Downtown Fencing Club. Because of my travels I was unable to attend the Regional Youth Circuit event that was held in Wilmington. The event drew fencers from all over the US. We fielded nine fencers between the ages of 8 and 14. Out of nine fencers we brought home twelve medals.

    I am glad I wasn't there. I would've probably cried with joy and hugged each one of them. That would be just weird and humiliating to myself and them. Instead I packed my Downtown Fencing Club jacket and announced that I would kick anyone who belonged to another club square in the nuts while at CAUSE. Fortunately, no one mentioned it. Pride can be a dangerous and painful thing.

    July 13, 2004

    What I learned from Nationals

    It was suggested I take a moment to explain what it is to be an "Armorer". Namely, what is an armorer and what does an armorer do? An armorer is the person who is responsible for the technology of fencing.

    A tournament armorer troubleshoots problems on the strip. (strip= The playing surface of fencing, about the size of a bowling alley lane.) Typically the problem is with one fencer or the other, but occasionally reels, floor cords, or in rare cases even the scoring box is at fault. The tournament armorer diagnosises the problem and if it is the strip will repair it as quickly as possible it so fencing can continue.

    A club armorer often helps to build, troubleshoot, and maintain club fencing equipment. By extention they will often repair club members equipment and will even test all of their personal equipment before a tournament to make sure it passes when it is officially inspected by the tournament armorer. It sometimes falls to the armorer to troubleshoot and maintain the fragile psychie of the fencer as well.

    The first weekend of Nationals I operated as a club armorer, the second weekend of nationals I worked as a tournament armorer. Now, that I have described armoring I feel better able to describe what I learned.

    As children we placed value on ourselves often by our toys. We wanted newer and more toys than the next kid. As we became teens, our value shifted from toys to the almighty car. No teenager with a good car needs to be justified. Pecking order was determined by car value, stereo loudness, or the stoplight. When we hit college, the emphasis shifted again to either our capacity to score, or the technical specifications of our computer. Adults might assign value to themselves based on their house, portfolio, hotness of wife/mistress, or who has the nicesest yard. As an armorer value is drawn from the quality of the tools they made, and their skills at using them.

    Now about the equipment. In the world of consumer electronics, wax cylanders were replaced by records, which were replaced by reel to reel, which were replaced by eight track, which was replaced by cassette, which was replaced by CD, which seems to be being replaced by the MP3. When you go shop for something to listen to music on, you will find a few cassette players, but mostly CD players and MP3 players. If you want to listen to a record you can order a record player. If you want to listen to a wax cylander visit an antique store.

    Now the world of fencing equipment is similar except that the MP3 player is used right beside the wax drum and you can buy not only a brand new wax drum machine but also several knock offs that work almost the same/as good. And this happens all at once with all of the generations of technology.

    If fencing were a PC your new Dell would come complete with a cassete drive, a reel to reel, a 2.5 inch floppy, a 5 1/4 inch drive, a CD rom, a DVD rom, and an optical drive.

    July 12, 2004

    My Armoring Education

    I have just returned from my second weekend at Summer Fencing Nationals and every muscle in my body is competing to see which one can be the sorest. In the end, it doesn't matter which muscle fiber wins, I still lose. But let me start at the beginning.

    Due to weather and road construction I arrive in Charlotte about 8pm and make it to the Merchandise Mart by 9:00pm. There are chains on the door. Undaunted I head for the event hotel with the directions I have. After having to turn around in the Merchandise Mart parking lot three times I finally decide to heck with directions. I arrive at the hotel just after 10pm. By some strange and wonderful balance of luck check in was the smoothest I have ever experienced (especially since a third party reserved and paid for the room). I only had to pay $10.00 for parking. As a bonus good luck thing, my roommate ended up being someone from my own club so there were no uncomfortable introductions. Breakfast was 6am and we had to be at the venue before 7am so I immediately went to sleep. (I had after all already put in a day's work back in Greensboro).

    Saturday came early as usual... I felt better after a shower but due to some wet-ware glitch managed to pack three shirts rather than two shirts and a pair of pants. My only recourse was to wear my work pants again. By 6am I was being introduced to the other armorers. Most of them were of celebrity status in the fencing community. Several of them had armored at various Olympics, and two of them were published that I know of. For my entire fencing career I was the one with all of the answers. I was the alpha armorer. Even after Kathy got her armorer's certification, when it came down to being at a tournament and needing an armorer I was still alpha armorer because she was always off at some bigger tournament on the USFA dime handling event armoring. I managed to catch a few nuggets of information when I was talking shop but social tips and tricks is not the same education as being behind the table getting schooled in the finer points of "is it legal, does it work". So here I am not quite sure what I even knew I do not know surrounded by the biggest names in the business. I was a newbie (with 10 years experience) completely outclassed in every possible way scared to death and exactly where I wanted to be. Finally, I was in a situation where I could put my hands in my pockets (so as not to touch anything) and soak up the knowledge that these guys spill all over the place.

    It was nice to know that everything I knew wasn't wrong. It was ultra helpful to know that everything I knew could be improved upon. By 9am my head was swimming. Sitting to my left was an armorer of the school of socratism. He taught by asking questions. This was good because it forced me to think. Unfortunately it left me doubting every move I made. It was he who introduced me to the sport psychology of armoring. An armorer needs to be not only of a sunny disposition, and capable of doing his job, he must also take away all of the magic and mystery from everything he does with the fencer. This was a concept I had never considered before. In my mind the table was a wall, the fencer was there because they were thinking about competition, not about what was done to fix their weapon. This might be a true statement to some, but not to others. Athletes are generally a superstitious bunch, the best way to keep their fears at bay is to keep nothing up your sleeve. Everything you do to test and repair gear needs to be kept out front where they can see it so to keep the trust between the fencer and his gear untarnished.

    I was taught by anecdote, I was taught by lecture, I was taught by tip, I was taught by example. The assets I had to offer were a willingness to do the grunt work, a willingness to learn and the ability to follow instructions. My only anxiety right now is whether or not I was seen as a helpful guy who could be good, or an idiot who had to be micromanaged. I may never know the truth of this mainly because there were so many people to try to make a good impression with. It was impossible to please them all, but I certainly hope I left a good impression with four of them.

    I went to bed fairly early that night as my mind and my body were both exhausted. The next morning came just as early as the previous one and felt more at home at breakfast, (a breakfast of cheese and Danishes I might add, technically complete but wholly unsatisfying.) This was Sunday, the last day, the day we start packing as soon as we were giving permission to. The first half of the day was fairly slow, not many people getting gear checked as they have already done that. This was another morning of education as I learned more about the tools I would have to make in order to do my job better (or at all).

    Finally we could begin packing. This was my time to shine, I might not know all of the ins and outs of soldering wire or getting the best results from a digital multimeter, but I certainly knew how to follow orders and move heavy things. I moved heavy things until I was ordered to sit down and drink. I hadn't noticed that I had gotten both too hot and too dehydrated. Once I stopped panting and got some water into my system, I began to pack easy things that I could be instructed how to do and leave alone. For instance, put those 110 reels into those 100 denim bags. I can do this. Unfortunately I quickly ran out of task like that to do was left sitting in a chair. I knew there was stuff to do, I was surrounded by it; but having no clear idea of the USFA packing process I could do nothing but sit in a chair and await instructions. At this point every muscle in my body hurt, I was tired and my feet were killing me. Without my knowledge time had marched by and it was 8pm. This is bad. I had to be at work at 8am, which requires I wake up at 5:30am. I was also two hours from home. After a quick explanation to the lead armorer, I was released and I headed for the car; almost but not quite too exhausted to care whether or not I was seen as lazy by my betters.

    Murphy was waiting for me in the passenger seat. I experienced flash floods, and bad traffic, and that was just leaving Charlotte. I experienced torrential rain, road construction and road construction with torrential rain from then on. I85 was a single lane in spots and in a few places actually less than that. 11pm I dragged myself and my toolbox through the door of the house and by 11:15 was in bed.

    Today I feel hung over, minus the alcohol. Were I a real employee I would take today off as a sick day to recover. Instead I work at my desk with my shoes off waiting to go to fencing club at 7pm. I am looking forward to the next tournament already.

    July 5, 2004

    Summer Nationals 2004

    Fencing Nationals is going on this week. Click here for more information. The event runs an entire week of July 3rd-July 11th in Charlotte NC. My club had 12 fencers who qualified to participate.

    Due to my work schedule I am (sadly) only able to attend on the weekends. If you have never seen fencing, this is a terrific event to start at.

    Now for the good. I am about the proudest fencing coach possible. On the first weekend I was able to watch our under 19 men's epee team, our youth 12 men's foil, our youth 10 men's epee, and our youth 14 women's epee compete.
    Were I one of those huggy type of people our students would've had bruised ribs. As it stood, I sat quietly by with a big grin on my face and a tiny tear in my eye. I am not the huggy type but darned if I won't get weepy once in a while.

    Our first event was the team event where our guys managed to be qualified 29th out of 33 teams. We expected to be qualified last and were very pleasantly surprised to find ourselves rated higher. Our referee, Maestro Richards, is one of my favorite people in Fencing. He won Olympic Bronze in the 1960's. This was a time when people really didn't think of the US as being a fencing powerhouse. This man can say more with a look than most can say with a dictionary. It is always an honor to be in his presence. We faced off against the number 4 team, and were thrilled with our outcome against them. The final tally was 9-45, and every touch we had we earned. Once the match was over it was revealed to our fencers why the other team looked so familiar. Their club was featured in the last edition of American Fencing Magazine.

    Our youth 10 Men's Epee and our youth 12 Men's Foil started at the same time and we split up to make sure that we could be everywhere at once. The two brothers did well in pools and landed in the middle for direct elemination. Being in the lower middle they fenced opponents who came out of pools a little better than them and in both cases we won in upsets. For us this was a huge victory and everything else was gravy. In their second Direct Elemination matches they performed well beyond our expectations and nearly won those matches as well.

    Our youth 14 Women's Epee was a regular party! By the time it started all of our other fencers had finished and as one group we cheered our beautiful and talented fencer to a bloody marvelous outcome. Though her pool was tough and even had a "C" rated fencer in it. She was able to win as many bouts as she lost and put enough points up in her losing matches to really mess with everyone's indicators. Out of 76 competitors she landed 55th. Her first direct elemination match placed her against the number 74th fencer. It was no contest. Our fencer easily beat her and moved to the next round. In her next match she was against the number 10 seed and it was a close see-saw competition that finally ended in a 11-15 loss. The number 10 girl was shaking in her shoes after that match! I myself was grinning so hard even today my cheeks hurt.
    I will end this here as I the retelling of this event has set my cheeks to hurting again and I think I might need a tissue.

    June 28, 2004

    Fencing is a Harsh Mistress

    Before you continue here, please note that I have an entry for both Saturday and Sunday. Though they have nothing to do with today's topic, I figured it was noteworthy as it is the first time that I have come in on a Monday morning and published entries I wrote at home on Saturday and Sunday for those days. So go ahead, this entry will be here when you get back and Saturday's is an important public service message.


    Ok, back? Good.

    As most of you know I teach Fencing as a volunteer three nights a week at the Downtown YWCA in Greensboro. That's three nights a week I am getting home late in the evening with the occasional weekend going off to who knows where to a tournament coaching my students. Lately, things have been very busy in the local fencing world due to Summer Nationals in Charlotte this year. We have several students qualified and every club night we are trying to squeeze in every possible second of practice we can. Afterwards the staff is sitting around coffee cups planning and organizing so the event can be as smooth and enjoyable for our fencers as possible. I didn't really realize this was having any sort of negative impact on the world, sure, I get a thorough scolding three nights a week from my wife who is stuck in town waiting for me to finish so we can go home and get to bed. It is a problem I am really trying to work out even if it doesn't ever look that way to Sara. This weekend the full impact of our sacrifice to fencing was made known to me when Sara casually mentioned hanging out with some of the other fencing widows. Turns out I am not the only one who takes a good scolding three days a week. Of our coaching staff of four, three of us are committed to relationships and the patience of their significant others is being tried.

    In that vein I am going to work extra hard to make fencing less of an impact on my home life, or part-time home life as it were. I am going to try not to meet after fencing for the planning sessions. I will try to keep my weekends fencing away to just one per month or less and... Well, I guess that's about it isn't it. I mean no one is asking me to choose, I can still do both, I simply have to balance my time better between the two.

    If knowledge were power I could run my computer off of plugging it into my butt. Of course, that might just be the potato salad talking...

    June 7, 2004

    Now I remember why I hate fencing

    In 1994 a fencing club was started at UNCG and I was on the ground floor of that. Mark and Noah are truly the founders, but in the history of the club four of us, myself included were given credit.

    Since the dawning of that fencing club I was certified a coach, made treasurer, made vice president, learned to armor, made president, started "The Trolls Den" taught others to armor, learned to hate fencing, and learned to cut my losses and leave fencing what I thought was for good.

    A year or two later, my old fencing coach Dr. Sarah Robinson, tricked me into comming into her club at the YWCA under the premise of being a technical person to take pictures with her digital camera and download them to her laptop to be printed on sight on her printer.
    Since then I have been completely committed to fencing again and wondering why I left fencing to begin with.

    This weekend I was reminded why I left fencing. It isn't the organization. It was the people. In highschool students begin to think they know everything. By college they know they know everything and will stop at nothing to do things their own way. If they are in college and interested in fencing they probably have some major personality flaws magnified to the nth degree. I know I did, at one point I was quite proud of it too.
    At any rate I didn't leave fencing so much as I was forced out. I held with traditional club values which places the club above the individual. We believed that a club full of happy beginners was much better than a couple of competive fencers. As you can see a couple of competitive fencers are enough to run off anyone interested in fencing and me to boot.
    One of my last acts with the club was to make sure that we had two new working boxes, enough working reels to do the job and a good supply of working weapons and tools to keep everything working with. This weekend a bag was brought before me at the armoring table. I recognized everything in it as stuff that had been purchased for the club on my watch, including the bag. 90% of it didn't work, and some of it will never work again. It seems that the club remains a small group of individuals whose greatest joy comes out of beating the stuffing out of the equipment and any beginners that might show up.
    I spoke to their coach, actually I may have yelled at their coach, but I don't think I left any bruises on her neck. If so I didn't mean too, I know it isn't her fault. She was as exasperated as I, and was on the verge of giving up too. Her latest issue is having to deal with an SCA loser who wanted to beat up on beginners with a weapon in each hand. Before anyone starts to grouse about how unfair I am for refering to this guy who I have never met as a loser, I will just put it this way. I may not have first hand experience with him personally, but I do have first hand knowledge of his kind. Mocking them is actually slightly more fun than fighting with them, and it certainly smells better.

    Fortunately I don't have to relive either experience and can even put it behind me somewhat. After all, this workshop was the third anniversary of my returning to fencing, and each day has been better than the last. Our workshop was also another great success. That alone makes all the nights and weekends worthwhile.

    I still hate ben and bob though...

    April 27, 2004

    And Here I am

    Armoring at the NC Divisional Championships. Specifically I am doing mask checks for saber.

    February 19, 2004

    Paper, Scissors, Rock, Fence!

    Paper, Scissors, Rock, Fence!

    As blog entries go this is the one that is not like the others. I don't talk fencing here very often, but here goes... All fencers have a style and that style can be summed up as either paper, scissors, or rock.


    The paper style of fencing is generally defensive, or at the very least counter-offensive. This fencer will wait for an attack, or draw an attack, once the attack comes they wrap their attack around their own defense. They want to know exactly where their opponent?s blade is when they go for the target.

    The scissors style of fencing is marked by intricate foot and blade work. This fencer avoids the simple direct attack at all cost. Their plan is to "cut to ribbons" the defense of their opponent with compound indirect attacks.

    The rock style of fencing is the most aggressive style of fencing. Strike first, strike fast, strike hard. Beat, press, take the blade, it doesn't matter. This fencer is strong in every way.

    When a fencer first starts they end up developing one of these three styles of fencing and that is all they use. This is who they are naturally. As time passes, they learn the other two styles and will sometimes start a bout in a different style, but they always return to what they are most comfortable with, especially if they are behind.

    This said there is really very little difference between a beginning fencer and a champion fencer. They both have footwork, blade work, tactics and style. What the champion has that the beginner doesn't is experience. This experience translates into better footwork, tighter blade work, better distance, and more tactics. The style is really unchanged. The magic is how the style is used.

    A beginning fencer is a one trick pony; they are either paper, scissors or rock. As they gain experience they will from one opponent to the next learn to choose which style to use, paper, scissors or rock. Their success is determined (If both fencers are equal) by which one comes out on top. Paper covers rock, scissors cuts paper, rock crushes scissors.

    An intermediate fencer can from touch to touch choose paper, scissors or rock, and each fencer plays a new game at each touch. What happened on the last touch dictates what they will choose on the next touch. There are tendencies however to favor one style over another.

    An advanced fencer can from action to action flow smoothly from paper to scissors to rock as they fence. Each movement is a contest with their opponent, which ever one wins the most successive "games" during an encounter ends up getting the touch. By this time they still tend to favor one style, but not by very much.

    The champion flows from one to the other so smoothly that their opponent doesn't have time to consider which style is being presented, they must react, and rely on instinct. The time for thinking about it is before the bout when they are sizing up their opponents as they watch them fence during pools. A champion can still pick out the natural style of their opponent.

    April 30, 2003

    The Greensboro School of Fencing

    Well, it looks like my dream of owning a fencing school are slowly comming true.
    http://greensborofencing.com is the website. Starting small is probably a good thing. Three low/no paying jobs is better than one all consuming low/no paying job. I am ok with this. I can grow my business as demand requires.

    Right now I am renting the Downtown YWCA every Saturday from 1-4pm. Posting the image reminded me that I need to update the website to mention that I am now offering group lessons for beginning students. I will have to do that right now.

    January 28, 2003

    Fast Food Twilight Zone

    Here's the situation: The Doc and I have loaded all of the YWCA's fencing gear into her minivan to take it to UNCG in order to teach a Continual Learning course on fencing*. The 8-12 year old class had just ended and because of the chaos associated with 8-12 year olds we were behind schedule. We were both hungry so The Doc pulls into a fast food establishment of the burger variety. Now, I'm not saying which one because there is no winning. It doesn't matter where we actually went, I am not naming names.

    This said, we pulled up to the menue and she asked me what I wanted. I replied, "A cheeseburger and a large sweet tea". About this time right on cue the post asks us "May I take your order for a combo."

    The Doc says, "No thank you on the combo. Instead we would like one cheeze burger a-"

    "I'm sorry, we don't have cheeze burgers."

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    September 17, 2002

    No, it isn't like riding a bicycle

    Upon my return to the fencing scene many people tried to put my fears to rest by telling me that fencing, and coaching was like "riding a bicycle, once you learn, you never forget". Well, I can honestly report that it is NOTHING like riding a bicycle. It might be like riding a unicycle. Assuming you are also juggling rings with your right hand, spinning a plate with your left hand while reciting Shakespearian sonets. With feeling.

    What it comes down to is in flashes of recall I can remember "Juggling in a reverse cascade pattern works best.", while my plate goes spinning off into a wall. At this point I haven't even gotten on the unicycle yet.

    The plus side, is that stuff is in fact returning. I suppose to anyone watching, I might appear to be some sort of idiot savant right now. I can hold the weapon, and strike the pose, but I can't give a lesson with it. I can barely fence with it, yet I can referee Saber like I was born to do it.

    On the down side I'm like Rip Van Winkle after a long sleep. The world of fencing has evolved, and I am the fossel striving to catch up.

    At least I am having fun, I think I may even be having more fun that I have ever had before...well before about 1998 anyway. My last year or two of fencing left a bad taste in my mouth. Fortunately this slice is fresh, sweet and satisifying.


    Patience....

    August 12, 2002

    An honorary pain in the tookus.

    Some months ago, my old and venerable fencing coach contacted me and asked me for a favor. She needed me to take some pictures of a summer fencing camp and manage them on her new laptop for printing and for the webpage. I have known her since 1994 and was happy to accept the assignment.

    Upon showing up, I discovered that her club was really nice, in a good location, and I got the ich to come back to the fold as a student. Granted some years ago I was certified as a coach through the United States Fencing Association Coaches College. However, it had been over two years ago and probably longer since I had put the gear on. It has definately been at least two years since I have done anything fencing related.

    She was excited, I was excited and I got my membership to the YWCA where the club is housed.

    Two months later...

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