Notre Dame Invitational Day 2

Men's EpeeDay 2 was the team event, which went much faster than the indi­vid­ual stuff. I was dressed slight­ly warmer and with more com­fort­able shoes and was this time com­pli­ment­ed on both my cor­duroy blaz­er [2 sizes too small, for that ill-fit­ting euro-chic] and my shoes. There was a lit­tle bit of fuss from the North­west­ern coach­es on a cou­ple of my calls dur­ing a bout, but I got it all straight­ened out, although I don’t think the NW coach­es were com­plete­ly sat­is­fied. Then I hauled ass back home and passed out at around 9pm.


Directing Dogs

ND Fencing InvitationalAfter 10 hours on my feet direct­ing epee fencers of all shapes, sizes and lev­els of attrac­tive­ness, my knees are small novas of pain. It is fas­ci­nat­ing how much nicer fencers are when you’re a direc­tor. Espe­cial­ly the females. Today I was com­pli­ment­ed on my scarf [mom-knit­ted!], my style [what!?], my pro­nun­ci­a­tion of Dumas [although I ini­tial­ly mis­pro­nounce Slutz due to a miss­ing umlaut], and my glass­es [wtf?]. That’s not includ­ing all the smoky looks and shy smiles as well. Fencer girls…

I prob­a­bly just had some­thing on my face the whole time.

I ran into so many old fencers from my time on the team, it was great to vis­it with them and trade old war sto­ries. The last rem­nants of peo­ple that I knew are grad­u­at­ing this year. I’m already long for­got­ten. Glo­ry is fleet­ing. [Even though I didn’t pro­vide much of it.]

Tomor­row is the team com­pe­ti­tion, which goes a bit faster and won’t pro­vide me with as many temp­ta­tions to let flirt­ing with a pret­ty red­head from IU or a raven-haired blue-eyed ND fencer influ­ence my deci­sions. Like I’d ever let that hap­pen.


NCAA Fencing 2004

Today and tomor­row many of my team­mates will be pass­ing through Cleve­land on a road­trip out to Bran­deis Uni­ver­si­ty for the NCAA Fenc­ing Cham­pi­onships which are this week­end. Twice this week I have been invit­ed to accom­pa­ny my team out there. ‘Adam, we can pick you up ear­ly Fri­day and drop you back off on Mon­day.’ or ‘Hey, man I’m com­ing through Cleve­land tomor­row and I’ve got an extra seat.’

It frus­trat­ed me ter­ri­bly to say no. I want to go root them on, I want to be there and help them fight. We didn’t qual­i­fy the full 12 this year. Men’s epee only got one in. The mid­west­ern region is start­ing to get alot more com­pet­i­tive than in the past. I don’t know if we have a chance to win this year, it is always so very close. I wish I was going to be there with my video cam­era and I wish I was going to make the end of the year video for the team as I did in the past.

I miss being on a team. I miss fenc­ing with my friends. I miss team din­ners at Bruno’s and team par­ties and tail­gates. I miss the glo­ry. Now I’ve got a job in Cubi­cle­Land® and bills and ‘respon­si­bil­i­ty.’ I’ve also got to head to Indi­ana for my Grandmother’s 80th birth­day this week­end. That should be a good time, see­ing the fam­i­ly and all. At the same time I wish I was going to be at Bran­deis.

Mary, Queen of Vic­to­ry, pray for us. Go Irish on three. 1…2…3.

Fencing Video

instead of writ­ing one of my 4 papers, yes­ter­day was spent log­ging, cap­tur­ing, and edit­ing my trib­ute to the 2002–2003 Nation­al Cham­pi­ons: The Notre Dame Fenc­ing Team. Not only was it fun to get back behind an edit­ing util­i­ty, i also got to be a bit nos­tal­gic over the days in HS when i would make music videos for var­i­ous sports upcom­ing tour­na­ments. i’m not going to post a link to the video because some of you schmoes who read this are on the fenc­ing team. NO PEEKING!

in the next two weeks i’m going to recap my var­i­ous years here at ND. they posts will prob­a­bly be long and unin­ter­est­ing. as opposed to the typ­i­cal short and unin­ter­est­ing.

National Champions

last tues­day i left for Col­orado Springs, CO to sup­port my team­mates at the NCAA fenc­ing cham­pi­onships. it was quite the trip. Those who drove were 4: Steve, Mad Dog, Mat­ty, and myself. the first 18 hours of our dri­ve out there were fine; until we arrived in Col­orado amid the after­math of one of their worst bliz­zards in years. I-70 was closed 12 miles into Col­orado despite the fact that there was nary a snowflake on the ground. we detoured to CO-25 which was also closed. we detoured to CO-40, closed. we end­ed up going all the way to Pueblo and then drove north till we arrived in Col­orado Springs. 8 miles south of Col­orado Springs we final­ly saw some snow, by the next day most of it had melt­ed.

we beat the team out there despite leav­ing after they did. they’re flight was laid over at St. Louis and the next day they had a con­nec­tion in Hous­ton before final­ly get­ting into Col­orado. the tour­na­ment was sup­posed to start on Thurs­day and con­clude on Sun­day but since none of the teams could make it out on time they resched­uled and had a com­bined tour­na­ment last­ing all day sat­ur­day and all day sun­day. tough stuff with the alti­tude.

that left us with two full days to kill. since the Super 8 we were stay­ing at was lit­er­al­ly 30 feet from the Drury Inn where the rest of the team was, most of our time was spent over there goof­ing around, uti­liz­ing the hot tub, etc. Janusz was glad we were out there so we didn’t have to pay for our meals for most of the trip. we went to a bar one night, saw Chica­go as a team and ate and ate and ate. the night before the tour­na­ment we had a team meet­ing and every­one got their goals.

the first day of com­pe­ti­tion was intense. our fencers dropped a few bouts here and there, and the direct­ing was a bit try­ing at times, but by the end of the day we had a nice cush­ion in 1st place, although we still knew it was going to be quite close. the 2nd and final day was a roller­coast­er of emo­tion the entire day. we were only up by one bout in the final round with Penn State right on our heels. we need­ed any com­bi­na­tion of 3 ND wins or 3 PSU loss­es to secure the vic­to­ry. we won. there was pan­de­mo­ni­um. all of those clich s about win­ning and being a champion…are true when you real­ly are one.

our AD Bernard took us to Carrabba’s an ber-nice Ital­ian place in cel­e­bra­tion. once we got back to the hotel a few folks went on an alco­hol run and a bunch of us went to the bars. i like tequi­la shots. we played a few games of pool, just relaxed with our team and a few peo­ple from the oth­er mid­west teams. then we went back to the hotel, par­tied a bit more and hit the road home. (Mad Dog drove first, he hadn’t par­tak­en because he is on antibi­otics). 20 hours lat­er we arrived in South Bend. exhaust­ed but vic­to­ri­ous.

i can­not speak, my voice is shot from yelling. i shot plen­ty of footage to make a swee­t­ass video and took a ton of pic­tures. we are cham­pi­ons! i am a cham­pi­on! w00t!

Politricks and Fencing Championships

at 6 this evening i’m dri­ving out to Col­orado Springs, CO and the USAFA for the NCAA fenc­ing cham­pi­onships. It is about a 19 hour dri­ve and at the end of it i still might not be able to watch my team com­pete for the cham­pi­onship. i had to sub­mit my social secu­ri­ty num­ber, driver’s license num­ber, etc. in order to get secu­ri­ty clear­ance to get on the base. at all times i must have two forms of pic­ture ID. but once the war starts not even that will get me on the base. i’m still going out dammit.

what a stu­pid ulti­ma­tum from Dubya. yeah like that is EVER going to hap­pen. might as well require the impos­si­ble so we can start bomb­ing on sched­ule. any­thing for the war. even if the ulty did work i’d still be creeped out because the US would be able to coerce a coun­try into essen­tial­ly giv­ing up its sov­er­eign­ty. jee­bus.

what the inter­net needs is a bes­tiary of myth­i­cal beasts. and a good one at that. the only ones i’ve found have been crap. maybe i could start my own if i had some time. mea­gan will you draw the crit­ters and creepy crawlies?

Trog­dor the Arcade Game!

I’ll be back some­time next mon­day unless NORAD and the USAFA get nuked by Iraqis.