I went to a karate tournament today which--besides rekindling my desire to take up Tai Chi again--left me stunned.

One rarely sees that level of intensity in anything anymore, and this intensity was coming out of children. I kid you not, some of the 8 year-olds in my friend's daughter's division had way more presence and intensity than the adults who used the ring after they were done. These munchkins <owned the ring when they entered ii.

I told my friend to nunchuk me and throw me in a ditch after watching some of the 13/14 year-olds black belts do their weapons and kata routines. I have never been able to do the splits, and these kids make it all look so effortless and easy. Felt like a Maxell tape ad with the noise that some of those kids let out with their kiais.


The tournament was held in the same convention hall I had my high school graduation dinner dance in, so while I was witnessing a room full of teeny children who could wipe the floor with me, I was also reminiscing about, "The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire, we don't need no water let the motherfucker burn." Outside of the colour of my dress, the name of my date, and the fact that my pantyhose ran, that's the only memory I have from that night.

2010 02 28 - 23:45

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