05-15-2021, 07:34 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-15-2021, 07:48 AM by Drunk Monk.)
This weekend would’ve been TCEC. Consequently I had a tournament MC anxiety nightmare.
I’m at the venue and it’s the crunch - when competitors start entering. The venue is huge, a deep pit like the Grand Canyon, but with a floor like white vinyl, no bleachers, attendees just sit on the sloped sides, and it looks hundreds of feet deep. The people handling the gates are not my Dragon crew - they are typical tc vols and they are clueless. They can’t handle the onslaught and have left one side completely uncontrolled. I see a sensei so went to Shaolin with me the first two trips. He’s coming in with his team which strikes me as odd because he’s a sport karate guy. I try to get to him to say hi but I miss him and he slides into the depths of the venue. Then the piddling inane questions begin. They are all simple to answer but take time.
I wake up stressed but mildly amused.
I go back to sleep and am in Lam Kwoon but Lynn has remodeled it so it looks like a bamboo tea house in the tropics. I’m in back with Jason, one of my JNK, who is showing off a tool roll carrying case his wife and kid made for him. We are going through his collection of blades and chatting about them. I ask him about a Logitech blade he has because I had a few of those and if he likes them. Then he shows me a pattern welded Grateful Dead knife with a skulls and roses motif in the steel folds. I look up and realize class should’ve started 15 mins ago. I jump up to take over but the tea house architecture is an impediment. There’s screens everywhere that have to be cleared to make floor space. There are about 50 students and I get them to start moving things. None of us have shoes because now it’s customary to take them off and we’re all in socks. That irritates me. I start putting on my belt but there’s a kink in it. Jason insists on getting that kink out with his tools and takes my belt away. I get fed up and drop everyone into horse stance but now there are only a few left, less than a dozen. No one has skill and I start describing seiping ma (4 corner horse stance). I wake up again amen wonder if the cfs weren’t there.
Psych: I got some unique ptsd.
I’m at the venue and it’s the crunch - when competitors start entering. The venue is huge, a deep pit like the Grand Canyon, but with a floor like white vinyl, no bleachers, attendees just sit on the sloped sides, and it looks hundreds of feet deep. The people handling the gates are not my Dragon crew - they are typical tc vols and they are clueless. They can’t handle the onslaught and have left one side completely uncontrolled. I see a sensei so went to Shaolin with me the first two trips. He’s coming in with his team which strikes me as odd because he’s a sport karate guy. I try to get to him to say hi but I miss him and he slides into the depths of the venue. Then the piddling inane questions begin. They are all simple to answer but take time.
I wake up stressed but mildly amused.
I go back to sleep and am in Lam Kwoon but Lynn has remodeled it so it looks like a bamboo tea house in the tropics. I’m in back with Jason, one of my JNK, who is showing off a tool roll carrying case his wife and kid made for him. We are going through his collection of blades and chatting about them. I ask him about a Logitech blade he has because I had a few of those and if he likes them. Then he shows me a pattern welded Grateful Dead knife with a skulls and roses motif in the steel folds. I look up and realize class should’ve started 15 mins ago. I jump up to take over but the tea house architecture is an impediment. There’s screens everywhere that have to be cleared to make floor space. There are about 50 students and I get them to start moving things. None of us have shoes because now it’s customary to take them off and we’re all in socks. That irritates me. I start putting on my belt but there’s a kink in it. Jason insists on getting that kink out with his tools and takes my belt away. I get fed up and drop everyone into horse stance but now there are only a few left, less than a dozen. No one has skill and I start describing seiping ma (4 corner horse stance). I wake up again amen wonder if the cfs weren’t there.
Psych: I got some unique ptsd.
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