oh man, things are considerably crazier than i would have thought. There are, at this time, many more amazing things happening than I can do or be involved in. This is a strange new pressure; i have to choose what not to do. There are only so many hours in the day, and I spend 2/3rds of them enthralled by my baby. Its new level of time/resource management challenge.
On A completely different note, I got outplayed by a much older kung fu master on christmas night, and I felt really good about it, but the situation had some gruesome potential.
The old guy seriously tried to use some impressive skills on me, and was quite obviously experienced in taking down lesser martial artists with a cruel and aggressive combination of feints and small-joint manipulation submission/vital strike setups. He through elbows, went for the groin, grabbed at the face, knuckle strikes, thumb jabs, dangerous. This is pretty typical stuff for people with a serious military background with old-world martial arts training. I didnt let a single one of his techniques work, and he immediately changed his tune. He became congenial, started talking about how he found jesus, and very smoothly bought me a drink and joined me in a toast.
now, previous to this guy trying to jack me, I had been at the bar with 2 close, but young, students of mine. It was xmas night and they taken me out for a drink, which had become 2 drinks. while i had been distracted talking to an old friend I ran into, they had gotten his attention talking about kung fu, and he had been demonstrating his techniques on them. WHen I saw what was going on I engaged him directly, which was when he tried his luck with me.
After we had done the shot together, and the old guy was talking about his vietnam days, I made an quick subtle arrangement with the bartender to buy the next round, and as I suspected he proposed another drink. I then had to watch in astonishment as the bartender refused my money, and poured another generous shot taking the cash from him so smoothly it was obvious he was a regular and they had a pre-existing agreement.
As shots were being poured for the next toast, i realized he had bought shots for all of us, my students included. thats shot #4. I then listen as he talks about how he trains medical orderlies in submission techniques the he learned in the army, and he offers to shake my hand. Of course I know what come next; he tries his techniques again, thinking he'll catch me off guard, but I dont think he was accustomed to relaxed technique.
Now; we are in a bar, and this guy is clearly a regular, he's an old man, and a veteran, and I'm not really feeling threatened, so I dont hit him, but with a combination of wu-sao, huen-sao, and fist chambering techniques, he cant get anything on me. he breaks for a second shouts something at me about how I cant fight him,(all evidence to the contrary, but whatever) i take the opportunity to thank him for his service to the country.
This he didnt not expect, he relaxes, turns away from me, and orders another round. While he and the bartender are talking I overhear one of my students mention to the other that this guys actually paid for our first 2 rounds of shots as well.
He turns back to us, hands me shot # 5, and toasts. I'm not a heavy drinker, 5 shots in short time is too much for me. I thanked him, took the students, and left. I may be the young Ving Tsun hotshot, but this dudes game was respectably deep.
Does this story make any sense?