Topos,
You are very entertaining.
I thought it to be an example of an Uechi Electra Complex (ok, I am being snide, but I have earned that right..
Well, you are calling it as it was. That guy was a real prize. His workouts consisted of mainly push-ups and other calisthenics, which he would pass off for karate. It was also funny how those guys would pronounce Karate…more like “Ka-raaa-te” to give self importance. But as “tough” as he thought he was, you could not get him to free fight on the floor, guess he was afraid to be sent sliding on his face by one of our “tournament” side kicks..Not the “I fight for real” kicks they bantered about but never put on the line except against cans of beans on the market shelves.
Never tested themselves in the free for all tournaments of the sixties either.
And how about Bob Fulton? The ultimate macrobiotic intellectual. He was fond of saying that a true macrobiotic never need wipe his a** after moving his bowels. Then he would take me to his apartment across the street from the dojo and try to sell me some moldy, smell bread that he was about to throw out.
Don’t know what attracted those freaks to the Mattson academy.
You would find him reading in the dark most times.
One day I arrived at the dojo early in the day, put on my gi and walked in, and there he was in total darkness, practicing sanchin with his beard crusted with drool half way to the floor.
Scared the piss out of me, I thought he was having a stroke or something. But as they say, all is in sanchin; only I didn’t know it yet.
He was another guy you could not get him to free fight on the floor.
Then we had another guy, you might remember his name, that I had met in judo class in another part of town, and whom I sent to GEM’s dojo ahead of me by three months so I could get my money’s worth for prepaid lessons.
So when I finally joined the school, after promising GEM I wouldn’t use karate to defend myself against random attacks by killer soccer fans on the soccer field while playing for an Italian team… This guy was now talking down to me like he was a karate master after three months of training. Meanwhile when he was taking judo with me, in randori matches he always ended up on his ass.
Anyway, something made him believe that after reaching rokyu he was now well prepared to take on the fighters at the first world tournament in Chicago.
He was also the most henpecked husband I had ever met, and the cell phones did not even exist then. So he had to “tear” himself from his wife to come to Chicago with us.
He got his ass kicked in the first round and also sprained his foot.
While he was in Chicago, unfortunately his wife fell down the stairs and was injured.
When we got back he told me he was going to blame George for not preparing him well enough for the tournament, and for his wife’s fall down the stairs.
So he told George off, left him, went to Japan for two weeks to train Shotokan under Nishiyama, came back, sold his small restaurant, opened up a dojo downtown, and wrote a book about Shotokan after his two weeks in Japan. Another of those tough guys afraid to get back in the ring of the sixties.
Gem’s school was the only game in town then and it did attract all the freaks on the loose.
Much was brought into the dojo by the wide-eyed students who were seeking the full spectrum of emotional wants. e.g., New Mystical Daddy ==> competitive sybling ==> disillusionment break-up.
A real weird bunch. And they thought I was the freak, coming from the rough and tumble of soccer and judo and wanting to compete full contact on the floor, while they were doing the “Sanchin drool”
Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.
As a good friend who was a surgeon was wont to say "The ice water enema of reality, when properly applied has saved more lives and careers than mythologies"
This belongs framed under my Hachidan diploma…LOL
It is a privilege to see the dynamic reality that you bring into the subject. It has helped me go up to -3.5 sigma [grin].
You do me honor, my friend.