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 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

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.