Warning: The following update contains nothing but fighting
There seems to be a moral dilema permeating throughout the minds of NAGA competitors: Is an ultimately meaningless representation of one's true ability - such as a gold medal - worth the price of being a complete pussy?
If last weekend's tournament is any indication, the answer is a resounding "Are you fucking kidding me? Totally!"
In this particular tournament, the first place prize happened to be a samurai sword. My initial reaction to this news was thinking how equally hilarious and fucking rad it would be to win a samurai sword for anything non-ancient samurai warfare related. Apparently I wasn't the only one who thought this, because this tournament was host to not only the most competitors I've ever seen, but the most sandbaggers and weight cutters ever in the long history of shame.
Sandbagger: One who intentionally fights in a division far lower than the one they should be in for the path of least resistance to victory. The downside to this seemingly genius plan is the number of other sandbaggers, making the division they had hoped to dominate basically the division they would have been in had they registered honestly. This also means that competitors who did register according to their true skill level are robbed of their shot at a fair and spirited competition. This is also known as Super Downside II: Champion Edition.
Weight Cutters: Often working in tandem with sandbaggers, weight cutters are competitors who dehydrate themselves before weighing in, then re-hydrate back to their true weight before fighting. This weight advantage can be anywhere from 10 to 15 pounds more than the class they qualified for. To give you an idea as to how much of a difference that can make, here's a picture of me, a 155 pounder, and a picture of someone 10 to 15 pounds heavier than me. I shit you not that my opponenent looked exactly like that.
Considering these bullshit circumstances, I did extremely well. As an obvious wrestler, the guy was able to take me down pretty easily, but his ground game wasn't nearly as good as mine and spent most of the fight not being able to breathe. Unfortunately he ended up getting one more takedown and beat me by two points. I felt good about my performance, but I definitely could have used that sword to protect my village against the band of heartless mauraders that terrorize us daily.
On a related note, my coach TKOd his opponent during his first pro Mixed Martial Arts fight. The guy looked pretty fucking scary, but that didn't stop my coach from delivering the most savage beating a smaller, pudgier man can give without actually breaking any laws. Without sounding too shallow, it's pretty reassuring when the person you chose as a teacher is capable of administering that kind of a beat down.
There seems to be a moral dilema permeating throughout the minds of NAGA competitors: Is an ultimately meaningless representation of one's true ability - such as a gold medal - worth the price of being a complete pussy?
If last weekend's tournament is any indication, the answer is a resounding "Are you fucking kidding me? Totally!"
In this particular tournament, the first place prize happened to be a samurai sword. My initial reaction to this news was thinking how equally hilarious and fucking rad it would be to win a samurai sword for anything non-ancient samurai warfare related. Apparently I wasn't the only one who thought this, because this tournament was host to not only the most competitors I've ever seen, but the most sandbaggers and weight cutters ever in the long history of shame.
Sandbagger: One who intentionally fights in a division far lower than the one they should be in for the path of least resistance to victory. The downside to this seemingly genius plan is the number of other sandbaggers, making the division they had hoped to dominate basically the division they would have been in had they registered honestly. This also means that competitors who did register according to their true skill level are robbed of their shot at a fair and spirited competition. This is also known as Super Downside II: Champion Edition.
Weight Cutters: Often working in tandem with sandbaggers, weight cutters are competitors who dehydrate themselves before weighing in, then re-hydrate back to their true weight before fighting. This weight advantage can be anywhere from 10 to 15 pounds more than the class they qualified for. To give you an idea as to how much of a difference that can make, here's a picture of me, a 155 pounder, and a picture of someone 10 to 15 pounds heavier than me. I shit you not that my opponenent looked exactly like that.
Considering these bullshit circumstances, I did extremely well. As an obvious wrestler, the guy was able to take me down pretty easily, but his ground game wasn't nearly as good as mine and spent most of the fight not being able to breathe. Unfortunately he ended up getting one more takedown and beat me by two points. I felt good about my performance, but I definitely could have used that sword to protect my village against the band of heartless mauraders that terrorize us daily.
On a related note, my coach TKOd his opponent during his first pro Mixed Martial Arts fight. The guy looked pretty fucking scary, but that didn't stop my coach from delivering the most savage beating a smaller, pudgier man can give without actually breaking any laws. Without sounding too shallow, it's pretty reassuring when the person you chose as a teacher is capable of administering that kind of a beat down.
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misterusername:
Time for a new entry... that also contains nothing but fighting.
verandi:
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