I had planned on updating this thing every Monday, but I'm horrible at keeping any kind of schedule. So we'll just say I'll try to post at least once a week on whatever day I happen to have the time.
Had my 2nd karate tournament last weekend. Had a lot more people there so it was a lot more fun, although I didn't place quite as well this time. I finished 4th in forms (performing a kata I'd just learned 6 days ago, so I'm not too disappointed) and 3rd in sparring. And even though I didn't get my big first place sparring trophy like last time, I think I like my little 3rd place trophy even better.
Last time there was no one in my division to fight so I just fought an exhibition match against someone from the intermediate group (myself being just a rookie yellow belt). It was a fun fight, and I got to beat someone two belts above me, but it was just one fight and there was no consequence for losing because I was taking home 1st place no matter what. This time, however, we had a real bracket and anyone who brought home a trophy really earned it.
In the first round, I pretty easily beat a guy who had never been in a tournament like this before. He was a great competitor and even managed to land a couple of good blows despite being a lot shorter than me giving his attacks a lot less range. The second round was an absolute blast! I went up against a Kung Fu yellow belt and went point for point with him until the very end of the match. We were tied at the end of the match, so we had a sudden death round. After a lot of good attacks and just as many good blocks, he took me out with a backfist to the top of the head (which I've had trouble blocking since day 1). Another great match against a great competitor. My next match however, would be a little different.
The kung fu guy (I really should have gotten his name) would go on to win the finals, but I had to fight against the other one loss guy for 3rd. I had seen his two previous matches and he seemed to rely on one very douchebaggy tactic: smash your opponent in the face at the very start (in a points match where face contact is not only worth no points, but illegal), take your first foul, then take some easy points while your lowly white or yellow belt opponent cowers in his corner. If your opponent starts to get brave again, land a spinning heel kick to his face, take your second of three fouls, and proceed to clean up. This got him a win in the first round and a close match in the second. His match with me was a bit more interesting.
He started off just like usual, leaping in with a roundhouse that I blocked, but comboed nicely into a solid punch to the face, that even though I knew it was coming, I still failed block (did I mention I suck at head blocks?). He managed to knock my contact lens out of my head, but I just picked it up, licked it, stuck it back in, and smiled at him. He was a very angry little man and this just pissed him off so much more. He tried to kill me with his spinning heel kick, which is pretty impressive for a white belt to pull off in the first place, and his had plenty of power and was remarkably accurate to boot. Fortunately for me it was also incredibly slow, so if you're not still flinching from just getting your face smashed in, you have plenty of time to block. So I did, and followed up with a solid jab to his ribs for an easy point. A bit more irritated, he pulled off the same roundhouse/jab combo he started the match with, knocking my other contact lens loose and earning his second foul. I smiled over my gloves at him and started bouncing around having fun, he just got more irritated. As soon as the next round started, I delivered quick low snapkick to his ribs and snagged another two points. Really pissed off now, he jumps right into the next round with that same roundhouse/jab combo hitting me in the face, knocking off my helmet this time, and earning him his 3rd and final foul and sending me home with my spiffy little 3rd place trophy.
He packed up his gear and was out of the building before they even had the lineup to announce the winners at the end. Talk about a sore loser.
People like him bug me. I met a lot of really cool guys that day. Some of them dominated their events and gave pointers to people who didn't do so well. Some of them were beaten pretty badly, but were really gracious for matches they were given. Then there's this guy. He had to win at all costs, and when he couldn't pull off a win, he couldn't even be bothered to stick around to congratulate the guys who fought hard pull out a win.
From what I've heard, his instructor is actually a pretty good guy. It wouldn't surprise me at all to hear that he refused to teach him anymore after this tournament.
EDIT: Used "to" in place of "too" I just committed one of my own biggest pet peeves.