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Here Mike and I are warming up for the tournament. For
some reason I always do much better against him during warm-ups
than during the actual tournament. |
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Here I am all suited up and ready to go.
The piece of paper in my hand is the score card. You
fenced everyone in the first round and then they set up the D.E.
ladder based on the results. |
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Mike was my first bout. Normally a one touch bout
would be over quickly, but not against Mike. Though in
this case the delaying factor was equipment not Mike's slow and
steady fencing style. The box sounded like someone had
landed a touch but the lights couldn't be seen in the
sunlight. The director couldn't tell if a touch had been
scored or something else had happened so she threw it out. Mike
wound up winning. Later Mike admitted that he thought it
was my touch. He has since denied this fact. My
parents have videotape footage though were you can hear the box
going off after I attack at Mike. Unfortunately, Mike was off screen
so it is still inconclusive. |
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As with any tournament there is always a lot of waiting
around. With 15 people to fence and only three strips going we
wound up waiting more than fencing. |
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Me in another bout. One problem with
fencing at RPI is that most people are shorter than me and no
one moves very fast. This guy was both tall and
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This bout took a long time as well. This
time though it was my weapon not the box causing problems.
My opponent decided to flèche and as he went by he stepped on
my weapon. Epée points don't like being buried in the
ground. I had to switch weapons but eventually won the
bout. My original weapon was never quite the same though. |
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Here are two more of my bouts. In the bottom one we are
just about to test bell guards and start. Before you
actually start to fence you have to test bell guards to make
sure they are grounded. You don't want the other person to
be able to get a point by hitting your guard. |
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Here is Mike in another of his bouts. The
sticker on his mask is a number. Rather than put
everyone's names on the score card they assigned everyone a
number. It made it much easier to figure out who you still
had to fence. Most people removed their numbers soon after
the tournament. Mike still had his on well into
October. I think there are probably still little pieces of
the sticker on his mask. |
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Yet more waiting. The waiting
wouldn't have been to bad but it was rather warm that day and
fencing jackets are not very cool. |
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This is what happens when an eight year old girl
has to wait around watching a fencing tournament in the hot sun. |
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Here I am in my first and final D.E. bout.
Why did it have to be a lefty? For some reason I keep
getting lefties in my D.E. bouts. I hate lefties.
They are sinister. |
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Here I am posing with Lizzy at a sculpture near
where we were fencing. The tournament was fun and I did
pretty good if you don't count those sinister lefties. In the
first round Mike had only one more win than I did. However
I managed to beat Becca. Mike didn't. Becca is a
friend of his and he has problems beating her. That fact
alone made up for losing to a lefty. |
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