Notre Dame Fencing on NPR

Sunday, 7 January 2007

Thanks to a heads up from Jeff Hess, I had the op­por­tu­ni­ty to lis­ten to a piece on NPR about Notre Dame Fencing. You can lis­ten to it by click­ing here. It is a RealPlayer pro­pri­etary for­mat, but you can get around that by us­ing Real Alternative.

It’s a pret­ty ac­cu­rate piece, no one knew about the team when I was there ei­ther. Heh.

Notre Dame Invitational Day 2

Monday, 27 February 2006

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

Saturday, 25 February 2006

ND Fencing InvitationalAfter 10 hours on my feet di­rect­ing épée 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

Thursday, 25 March 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 épée 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. 123.

Fencing Video

Tuesday, 22 April 2003

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

Tuesday, 25 March 2003

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

Tuesday, 18 March 2003

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.