Weekend Disaster ;(
Well, my weekend officially sucked... First off the whole fencing in general sucked. In epee, there were 40 people competeing, 20 were A's... If you don't know what this mean, let me explain a little. Those 20 people that got A's, all have won a competition in their life that is 1) national, 2) has more than 2 A's there and 3) know how to spank people, hard... I check my seating to find out that they do not have my D rating posted, I asked them what gives, somehow, in the paperwork that I earned my D rating, I lost my E rating, and my D rating never went through... Guess who went back to an unrated fencer because of some screw up mishap that has a 1 in 1,000,000,000 chance of happening? Anyways, there was that, and I left my knickers at home, and had to borrow what I call, the mother of blackmail knickers. Now, lets put this into perspective. Have you never see a person stick their face into a piece of tight rubber? and you can make out about every crease in their head? well, its like that, I couldn't even bend over in them... And she took pictures! *shakes fist* then, I get beat by the number one ranked guy there, no big deal, I new I would lose to him. About this time, my stomach is really aching, because donuts are not a fencers best friend. So I figure, I have time to go eat... Nope, the next event is coming up, saber. Woo Hoo, something I'm good at. Or, I thought so, until I fenced an evil spawn of satan by the name of Ray Sexton... He is a 200 year old veteran of fencing, probably fencing since the US still had 13 colonies... He beat me. but oh it gets better, I do wonderful in foil the next day, to end up fencing... dun dun dun. RAY SEXTON again!!! I make it 14-12 on him, I do a wonderful parry and riposte, only do have the director give the point to him. Not once, but twice... So I get screwed out of my match! errrgg. *points to self* not a happy camper.