Ran Out of JUICE!!!

I may stop drinking...

Last night, I was planning to grab some dinner and watch the new film Doom with the ROCK. By the way it was a great time. Doom isn't a good movie persay, but it is a lot of fun to watch - especially if you have ever played the game. One of my friends called me on the way to the Buckhead Cinema and Cafe, and I invited him along. Of course, what was supposed to be dinner, a drink and then bed - turned into killing two pitchers between two people in just under two hours. After that came the obvious run to the package (read liquor) store. Great. My only consolation is that I managed to make it home right about midnight, and I didn't need to be ready until 11am that morning. Turns out that ten hours of sleep still is not as satisfying as it sounds.

While I can't say I fenced badly today, the level of competition was pretty intense. The open epee event was rated "A2" - which in layman's terms means the guy who was out drinking last night is not gonna win this one. My round robin pool bouts were tough, and my record was 1-3. (Last two pool records from previous tournaments, 3-2 and 5-0.) The only guy I managed to beat was mesmerized by my ability to just rotate my point around his bell guard - knowing full well the second he moves his arm he would run into my point. Obviously, this guy was new. I murdered some chick in my first direct elimination or DE (which was also bad because since I was ranked so low after pools, I didn't get a bye for the first time in a year), score was 15-7, and 4 of those points was just me being a sleepy klutz. The next DE I lost to a legitimately good fencer, but he was so wide open I could hit him consistently. I lost anyway because I just ran out of juice. This guy wouldn't stop coming. He would make a mistake, get hit, and just ram his way through again. Most people I fence who do that learn their lesson when I effortlessly score on them. So I tried to take it to him, but all that beer just slowed me down, and I was panting like a fat person trying to follow a donut on the conveyor belt at Krispy Kreme. This guy just wouldn't quit, and eventually he beat me 15-8: in less than three minutes. These things are timed to last 11 minutes total.

The moral of this story - beer tastes good, but victory is sweeter; and I have a sweet tooth.

Will be in Chattanooga tonight, resting up for more of the same tomorrow!

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