we had 2 divisions… san shou & boxing… the folks that was boxing was good but conditioning killed them… they each had a different style… that made for good viewing…
I came in 2nd place for the OPEN san shou division… out of 4 fighters… one had to leave early … in the championship round… the fight hac to be stopped due to (potential) injury… to me ofcourse… I could have continued… but the ref felt otherwise… and I aint mad at him…
now on to what I learned… 1> I HATE tall fighters… 2> small fighters are d@mn quick… 3> 3 minutes is a loooong azz time… 4>sadly… I’m getting real close to the point were I start to say crap like… " I’m getting old, I don’t heal as fast" and other crap I can’t believe is comming out of my face… i spent the rest of the weekend grunting and moaning as i stood/ took a seat… had restless, sleepless nights filled with tossing and turning… i’m sore from head to toe… i have a bit of gimp in my walk… tournament stlye fighting is a pain… can’t wait for the real thing…
was this with the rest of those DC/Maryland guys?
sounds like fun
I’m getting real close to the point were I start to say crap like… " I’m getting old, I don’t heal as fast" and other crap I can’t believe is comming out of my face…
welcome 
You go from saying how bad you feel after the tourney to saying that you can’t wait for the real thing. what’s the deal?
it’s the dichotomy of what we are addicted to.
was this with the rest of those DC/Maryland guys?
naw it was an inter-squad scrimage…
welcome
You go from saying how bad you feel after the tourney to saying that you can’t wait for the real thing. what’s the deal?
now that YOU say it… it does seem a lil backwards… but i can’t wait… had a dream lastnite… in between the toss and turn… the place was packed… folks were cheering… the line up was all confused… i was supposed to fight early in the line up… ended up almost being last… and just when it was time to get in the ring… alarm clock…
OSO- nice sig… i’m honored…
Just so long as you understand that what you are doing is a sport and has no bearing on your ability to either fight or defend yourself, you’re fine. Remember–the wisdom of the ancients is not present in San Shou. They also worked harder than you, were stronger than you, faster than you, smarter than you, and crapped solid gold.
Merryprankster is correct
I’ve got some of their solid gold crap. So I’m better than you too. Especially now that you’re old.
Especially about the crapping solid gold part. I mean, how do you think they could afford to train all the time?
They knew how to cook some mean rice.
Golden rice.
and they had a problem with golden roaches.
MP, it was China. No one worked in ancient China. They were too busy making up civilization.
****, that explains it. Is that also why they could spend all day training and bend iron bars with an evil laugh?
I think I saw that in a Kung Fu flick–“The iron bar bending with an evil laugh master. Who crapped gold.” Or something like that.
sounds about right. If that’s not a movie yet, someone should make it.
That’s exactly right. Those movies are like the “Saving Private Ryan” of chinese martial history, except without that crap at the end about visiting the gravesite, cause they didn’t even bury you, because they didn’t have time, what with building civilization and all.
As any first year chemistry teacher will tell you, there is not one nugget of gold in this world that doesn’t come straight from an ancient chinese man’s ass. And solid gold. Back then, if they wanted molten gold, they had to drink a ton of milk.
Anyway, I’ve already told you too much.
Or fried golden roaches.
Shaolin Kungfu!
I see you are from Milwaukee. By any chance did you notice the Smirnoff Ice girl billboards round about Christmas/New Years?
No, were they cool?
Maybe it was around thanksgiving.
Anyway, in one of the funniest episodes of my life, one of my friends came to visit and her mother called, hysterical rant mode on. I found out what had happenned. Her little sister has had pictures taken of her being suggestive (not quite maxim level) with some smirnoff bottles. These pictures earned her smirnoff ice girl of the month in Milwaukee.
Apparently, part of the process is signing over your rights to the pictures to Smirnoff Ice.
Apparently, having your parents discover you were Smirnoff Ice girl of the month because they drove by a giant picture of their little girl with bottles in front of her nips and a suggestive look on her face is optional, but funny as ****.
Smirnoff Ice girl of the month eh?
You should introduce me.
Yes, that is a mischievious grin.
Why the He|| do I gotta miss all the fun sh!t?
Not friggin fair…
