One hour of Judo class. Good class, only four of us so we partnered up and ran through the whole test: take-downs, pins, chokes, arm bars and throws. I was partnered with a young lad that probably weighs 80 pounds soaking wet (and we all were by the end of the class.) Now I kind of know how it feels for the great big guys to throw me. I’d just pull on him a little bit and he’d whistle over my shoulder.
Afterwards we gathered in Master E’s office and pored over the judo results from the Olympics. By the way NBC, TV coverage would be nice. If beach volleyball, badminton and water polo get air time, what’s up with judo? Anyway, we had a small discussion about the above photo and whether or not doing such a move in a match would be a sufficiently distracting technique. Considering that we were all women we came to the conclusion it would probably only work once, after which we would be escorted from the mat. Forcibly.
In our school the women tend to have a lot of fun doing judo. By that I mean we laugh and joke and have a good time. Most of the guys tend to be very serious and business like and (to me) tend to look down on our foolishness. Maybe they don’t, I don’t know, it just seems that way to me. Not that the girls don’t take the sport seriously, we do. But we also tend to let our joy show. Judo is a very difficult discipline, and none of us are ever going to be world class. So why not have fun? It is possible to take yourself too seriously.
Regarding the Olympics.
1. Michael Phelps won his 11th gold medal in world record time. Ho-hum. Very anticlimactic. Kind of like Forrest Gump “I won a gold medal – again. I broke the world record – again.” Seriously, nice job Michael. Without a doubt one of the best athletes of all time.
2. Today I happened to watch an Olympic recap show on MSNBC that featured the single worst television “personality” I have ever seen. I won’t name names, because I hate all of the nasty comments that people throw out on the web about TV broadcasters, no doubt a difficult job that the people (including me) that sit behind their computers and gripe about could never do. But this was so bad I was actually shocked that this woman has a job. As a sports fan I’ve heard some bad ones — Tim McCarver in baseball to name one. This is the man about whom Steven King said “He’s the reason the mute button was invented.” If you can scare Steven King, you must be bad (I said I wouldn’t name names, but I’ll make an exception for McCarver.)
Anyway, this woman — I won’t dignify her with the title of reporter — knew nothing about the sports she and her co-analyst were talking about. She obviously did not research anything, and if she did it must have whistled through the empty space between her ears. If she actually made it out of high school I would be astounded. She couldn’t even talk. Like, every other word was, like – I mean, c’mon. Can someone buy this woman a vocabulary? Like, totally. She was rude, interrupting her co-host constantly with her loud, obnoxious so-called commentary. I felt bad for the poor guy, who was an ex-NFL player who was to my great surprise talking very intelligently about women’s gymnastics. He was trying valiantly to cover for the gaping hole that was his co-host, but he couldn’t quite shovel fast enough. How does someone like that even get that job? Actually, don’t answer that question. I do not want to know.
100 Day Burpee Challenge: 20 burpees