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Have a peaceful Xmas

This one is going start with a lenghty qoute from a story by CNN. I recommend you read the whole original article before you go on. It recounts the actions of a German fighter pilot in World War II:

“As Stigler’s fighter rose to meet the bomber, he decided to attack it from behind. He climbed behind the sputtering bomber, squinted into his gun sight and placed his hand on the trigger. He was about to fire when he hesitated. Stigler was baffled. No one in the bomber fired at him.

He looked closer at the tail gunner. He was still, his white fleece collar soaked with blood. Stigler craned his neck to examine the rest of the bomber. Its skin had been peeled away by shells, its guns knocked out. He could see men huddled inside the plane tending the wounds of other crewmen.

Then he nudged his plane alongside the bomber’s wings and locked eyes with the pilot whose eyes were wide with shock and horror.

Stigler pressed his hand over the rosary he kept in his flight jacket. He eased his index finger off the trigger. He couldn’t shoot. It would be murder.

Stigler wasn’t just motivated by vengeance that day. He also lived by a code. He could trace his family’s ancestry to knights in 16th century Europe. He had once studied to be a priest.

A German pilot who spared the enemy, though, risked death in Nazi Germany. If someone reported him, he would be executed.

Yet Stigler could also hear the voice of his commanding officer, who once told him:

You follow the rules of war for you — not your enemy. You fight by rules to keep your humanity.

With those words in mind I want to wish everyone a very peaceful Christmas. Take care of your humanity.

There are no stupid questions

This was probably the highlight of my season. No, not probably. This was the highlight of my season.

I spent the last two weeks of the autumn season teaching the hip throw. There are only a few girls in our gym and one of them came to my class for the first time when I start to teach throwing. Well, she learned to technique really well and on the second weeks she did perfect hip throws.

Then after throwing her partner to the floor she turned to me and asked real innocently

Is it wrong that I’m throwing him so high?

I just kinda stared at her for a moment and said: No. And smiled.

Best. Question. Ever.

Keep your shin up

We were doing stand up sparring in my class the other day. I always have some stand up sparring in my class.

The game was just for the takedown. I was sparring with one of our MMA enthusiasts who is a lot smaller than me, so I was trying to do with just the technique. I got him to lean forward and threw my weight under him to get a throw on him.

And smacked my shin real nicely on his shin.

Needless to say I did not get the takedown.

Slip’n’slide

I took part in our submission wrestling class. I usually don’t go there due to my time schedules, but this time I missed my regular class so I wanted to catch up.

We started the sparring standing up. Now doing stand is usually one of my strong points, but this time I kept missing my takedowns. The reason for this: everyone was really slippery with out gis. So I was going for my throws and slapping my ass on the mat all night because my grips slipped.

Going for armbars? Slipping grips.

Doing basically anything? Slip and slide, baby.

Yeah.

Sounds alot like…

Ever really paid attention to what you hear at the gym? I’m not talking about the normal banter of your everyday class. I’m talking about the other crazy stuff you might hear. Here’s a couple things heard in our gyms…

The first one I was involved with. Now I’ll have to set this up a little, so it doesn’t sound sooooo bad. It was class where we learned a combination of half guard passes that require you to change you position quite a bit. And on top of that I did most of my sparring with guys who I’ve been training for quite a while so there’s naturally an element of humor in everything. So that’s the set up… Now I managed to successfully do the whole sequence in sparring but the guys from the side line commented that it sounded kinda rapey (the exact Finnish version was “Kuulosti vahvasti väkisinmakaamiselta”)…

The second one also involves me (hey, what can I say, I’m not very quiet in the gym…). This is a frequent comment from me when ever I do something really agile and limber (not).

Like a gazelle!

Sorry for the bad humor.

The third one involves our Portuguese Man-o-war and our black belt teacher. During their sparring last time our teacher kept doing zombie noises through out the whole sparring…

So what does your gym sound like?