No one showed up for class. Probably just as well, since I was planning to leave work early. Bonus: no smelly clothes and towels on the ride to Richmond. So I got to work early, which should have been good because we had a lot of work to get done. But turned out not so great, because my manager was expecting me to be a little late because of class, and so he came a little late, and I needed him first thing. Bleh. So didn’t get as much done as I’d wanted before I left, but I did get out the door early.
Met my best friend for dinner (sushi!) and dessert in Richmond. We talked lots of wedding details. Then headed to Chrissy and Brian’s to crash.
Saturday, Kids’ Tournament
Since I was staying with Chrissy and Brian, I got the, er, pleasure of heading out for the tournament really, really early. At least there was coffee at the other end. I helped some with handing out t-shirts and selling US Grappling stuff, which was all next to the bracketing (aka, Chrissy), so I could keep a good eye on when Theresa was going. Justin drove up to coach her, too.
Her nogi division was just her and another girl. Theresa pulled guard and landed a triangle in hardly any time at all. Since this is a double elimination tournament, they still had to fight a second match. Second match went a little longer, but ended with an armbar.
The AC in the gym left a little to be desired. Namely, coolness. It. Was. Hot and Stuffy. Hotter, I think, than the women’s camp. (The women’s camp had fans, at least.) Hotter as the day went on, even. Oh, goodness.
Theresa’s gi division was a little larger — her, the same nogi girl, and four boys. Theresa was the smallest; the division went from 90 lbs to 107 lbs. Ages were 10-12. She lost her first match to a far-side kimura. She didn’t want to tap, but the refs were charged to tap for the kids if it was deep, so it was stopped. She was devastated, but Justin and I were right there to catch her and keep her upbeat. Double elimination, so she had a second match.
Second match, she fought a boy and armbarred him. (I suspected that there was one more, but wasn’t sure until I started looking through my mostly blurry pictures. Sure enough, there was another match in there.)
Third match, she fought another boy and armbarred him.
Fourth match, she fought that girl again. Armbar. (That girl ended up with 3rd.)
Fifth match, the same boy she fought the first round, again, for the first/second place fight. She won this time. Armbar, of course.
So now she had one loss, and that boy had one loss. Since it’s double elimination, they had to fight another time. That round went the distance, and she fought good and hard. He won on points, 2 from the takedown. So she ended up 2nd in the division, with her two losses to the guy who won. Very good.
That boy’s coach had been telling him before the round to watch out for her armbars, lol. Someone commented to me about Theresa’s armbars, and I pointed out that she trains with the adults and armbars fully grown men. For reals.
Interesting things: so there are no actual set weight classes for the kids; instead, once they all weigh in, Chrissy and the magic of bracketing create the actual divisions, which generally end up being a small weight range with similar ages and are 8-man divisions or smaller. I’m sure there are some people who don’t understand the concept. But there was one kid who weighed in really early and then went over to do jumping jacks and other exercises, and then came back to weigh in again. (He lost 0.5 lb.) Even if he’d lost a full pound or two, he still probably would have ended up in exactly the same grouping. And I want to know who in their right mind (well, that might explain it) makes their little kid cut weight. Urgh.
Also, one parent totally missed the “kids only” part of the tournament and kept asking “When do the kids go? Do the kids go first? When will the kids be done?” Lolz. Another funny one was a girl who weighed in a whole lot heavier than her mom expected… and her mom got mad at her for being bigger than expected. And there was a 6-year-old boy who weighed more than most kids twice his age. But his parents — and he — have been through this before, so they were fine.
Most parents were cool with everything. A few had some temper tantrums. (One dad, after a beginner match that his kid lost, inadvertently let slip that “the bracketing was better last year,” implying that his child had competed last year and this year in beginner when the cutoff for beginner was… 1 year. Ahem.) The kids for the most part were fine. A little bit of crying after a loss, but most bounced back quickly.
Funny: my black eye is still rather prominent. When I wear my glasses, the curve of the lens goes right with the bruise, so it looks a little like dark circles under my eyes or a shadow from the glasses, maybe. At dinner on Friday, my friend didn’t make a comment on it until near the end of the meal. Then all day Saturday while I sat behind the bracketing table, people would stare at me when they came up to register or buy something. I forgot sometimes about my eye and couldn’t figure out why people were staring until one would finally ask. Sadly, no fun story to go with it; just me being clumsy.
Later that day, Chrissy and I discussed some of the things that have come up recently on my blog, and she gave me some good advice about what I should ought be doing.
Sunday, Referee Certification
Got to sleep in a little bit this morning, then we were out the door for the referee certification. I went to one of these in November. I can’t referee points matches until purple, so I mostly went to hear the rules and to be a grappling dummy for the live practice matches. Justin hung around town and came to this, too. For the first 3-4 hours, Andrew Smith went over the rules and answered questions, and then we watched some videos and scored them. Then it was on to live matches. Not as many refs this time, so not as many matches, which was good because I was tired and not feeling so great after a couple days of not eating and sleeping as normal.
Got to roll several times with Barbara and Julia (who was at my first tournament, Naga Virginia [see last picture here — she’s in 3rd]; we didn’t fight then, but we did recognize each other today), then with Klint, Justin (he did breakdancing of course, lol; we had a very active match because we’re used to doing this with each other. Poor Rosie!), and TheMikeByrd. Pretended to slam Julia in one match, though because I didn’t really want to hurt her, the acting wasn’t convincing enough and it took the ref 3 fake slams to catch on and finally DQ me. Doh. I mostly did better this year at actually mixing in some jiu-jitsu with my attempts to break the rules.
I do think, maybe (probably) that I don’t really roll in a way that’s goes well with points tournaments. I think I need to focus on that a bit this next month since my next tournament, in August, is a points tournament.
I’ve already texted Adam that I won’t be in in the morning. Too tired! Need some sleep.