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Oh, non sport sports I love? I usually am the only person in a group bowling over 120. If I bowled with anyone good I'd look less competent, but it's insane fun.

I was on a bowling league for years as kid. Bowling is a kick!
 
Hilarious. Yeah, L gets that when he tries to play a casual game of volleyball. That was his #1 sport for years. Highly competitive.

As for squash, wow, you growing a bunch of sissies out east or what? All the squash players I've ever seen, including L and company are bad-ass, full on athletes. Every time they play I think one of them is going to have a heart attack. So not the profile you describe AT ALL. Hm.

ETA: Maybe we just play every sport like we play hockey? (L says racquetball is too slow for him)

He said he had trouble with the wrist thing, from squash, when he first started tennis. I had trouble with control. I kept whacking the ball out of the park. :rolleyes:
No, no, no. Not sissies. Full on, incredible athletes. In lime green pants.

If L says racquetball is slow, that's commentary on his partner(s), not the game itself.
 
No, no, no. Not sissies. Full on, incredible athletes. In lime green pants.

Yeah but, dude, lime green pants? I mean, WTF?

If L says racquetball is slow, that's commentary on his partner(s), not the game itself.

Mm, I've never played so I can't comment. I've watched him play squash, it is a very fast game, I'll say that. (I tried it, I sucked). However, he tends to make snap judgments on things as far as like/dislike, so maybe he had a bad racquetball experience?

As you can imagine, golf is right out of the question for him, lol.
 
Wow, Rida, you're quite the athlete! I ski'd like a maniac up until I was in my mid-twenties. We had a school program, too, which was awesome - and affordable. I'd like to try snowboarding next year. Have you ever done it?

Those were the days ... LOL
Nowadays the closest thing to sport I do is swim/walk in the pool once a month (trying to do the weekly thing without much success), ride my mama-bicycle to the station and being fucked/beat up (does that count? I do sweat a lot ... ;))

As for snowboarding, I left Italy when it started to became the substitute of ski and alas never had a chance to try it. However considering that skateboard was never something I could figure out, I'm afraid that snowboard is probably out as well.
 
I'm trying to figure out on what planet a man would ever need to spend over $100 on pants if he wasn't getting married or going to his grandma's funeral. Geez. I must lead a sheltered life.
 

*SNORT*

You have my word, if L ever dresses like that I will take him out to the playground and beat him up. (Though he'd die before wearing anything like that.)

No, no squash players here like that. Nuh uh.
 
As for squash, wow, you growing a bunch of sissies out east or what? All the squash players I've ever seen, including L and company are bad-ass, full on athletes. Every time they play I think one of them is going to have a heart attack. So not the profile you describe AT ALL. Hm.

ETA: Maybe we just play every sport like we play hockey? (L says racquetball is too slow for him)

I used to play squash to a pretty high level when I was younger, and I am definitely not a bad ass full on athelete and never have been! :) lol

It was weird. You really have your fitness levels tested during a squash game, and I coped ok, yet if you sent me on a long distance run I could never do it!
 

LOL, I lived there for awhile. In the summer, it's actually a surf mecca but all the best waves are in the winter because of the storms so, yeah, they actually do surf on days like that.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I used to play squash to a pretty high level when I was younger, and I am definitely not a bad ass full on athelete and never have been! :) lol

It was weird. You really have your fitness levels tested during a squash game, and I coped ok, yet if you sent me on a long distance run I could never do it!

Actually, I should clarify, I have one squash playing friend who is built like Pavarotti and can usually be found with a glass of wine in his hand off the court. He's also the ex-BC champ. Drives L nuts because the guy is in such poor shape and still kicks his ass handily. Technique, technique, technique!
 
That's cool. I love that picture.

Isn't it great? L's mom sent us Xmas card when we were living in the Caribbean and it had two guys running to the beach, in the snow, with their boards. That's actually the image I tried to find but this one is just as good.

The west coast of VI is magical. (Great kayaking, too!)
 
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Nothing very well. I was a pretty good baseball player. Played for eight years. Centerfield and leadoff hitter. Before long in high school I stuck to golf. As a senior I might have weighed 135 pounds soaking wet. Perhaps my best sport may have been soccer. I was pretty quick and can kick with both feet. But there was no soccer in the public school system at that time.
 
L, out of the blue, just started taking Arnis. Go figure. He's never done any kind of formal martial arts in his life. I trained in Arnis for awhile (many moons ago) so, who knows, maybe I'll join up for fun? Nothing like beating on each other with sticks to get the romance going!

I took Kali which, while still stickfighting, is pretty much the polar opposite of Arnis. Well, at least as I understand it. Arnis is short for Arnis De Mano, and refers to the Spanish for "Harness of the Hand", and "Harness" here refers to armor. An awful lot of Filipino martial tradition was based around the struggle against the Spaniards, and it is why you see such interesting choice of targets, and a great preference for diagonal movement.

The Spaniards were very forward/back in their fighting style due, I woudl guess, to fencing influence, and they wore those beautiful morion helms and incredible breastplates and greaves (leg plates). Well, those breastplates, helms, and greaves were pretty much impenetrable to the weaponry the Filipinos had (panangs, barongs, and the like, which are basically big knives). So the Filipinos learned to work around that with fun strikes like stabs tot he armpit. The armpit has a huge amount of nerves, veins, and arteries, and was unprotected even with the breastplates. A good pit shot would kill a man very quickly.

The Spaniards wore what amounted to heavy leather gauntlets on their hands though, and the forebears of the Arnis tradition figured out that targeting the hands was an excellent way to stop that marauding conquistador. After all, a few broken fingers or a broken wrist makes a Tizona Del Cid long sword tough to swing.

So Arnis, at least in comparison to Kali, is a long-range style. Kali uses more short blades and funky movement patterns with the intent of getting inside the longer reach of the Castillian invader, and the stabbing him in the pit, the groin, the eye, etc.

Arnis is good stuff, especially in the modern world. Less emphasis on killing your attacker and more on disabling him. And I am talking historical Arnis. Modern Arnis may be an entirely different animal. Either way, it's good stuff. If he gets the chance to learn any of the Filipino unarmed stuff, have him jump at it. It's brilliant, creative, and very effective. I really, really wish I could've gotten more panatukan and panajakman instruction. (probably misspelled those)
 
I took Kali which, while still stickfighting, is pretty much the polar opposite of Arnis. Well, at least as I understand it. Arnis is short for Arnis De Mano, and refers to the Spanish for "Harness of the Hand", and "Harness" here refers to armor. An awful lot of Filipino martial tradition was based around the struggle against the Spaniards, and it is why you see such interesting choice of targets, and a great preference for diagonal movement.

The Spaniards were very forward/back in their fighting style due, I woudl guess, to fencing influence, and they wore those beautiful morion helms and incredible breastplates and greaves (leg plates). Well, those breastplates, helms, and greaves were pretty much impenetrable to the weaponry the Filipinos had (panangs, barongs, and the like, which are basically big knives). So the Filipinos learned to work around that with fun strikes like stabs tot he armpit. The armpit has a huge amount of nerves, veins, and arteries, and was unprotected even with the breastplates. A good pit shot would kill a man very quickly.

The Spaniards wore what amounted to heavy leather gauntlets on their hands though, and the forebears of the Arnis tradition figured out that targeting the hands was an excellent way to stop that marauding conquistador. After all, a few broken fingers or a broken wrist makes a Tizona Del Cid long sword tough to swing.

So Arnis, at least in comparison to Kali, is a long-range style. Kali uses more short blades and funky movement patterns with the intent of getting inside the longer reach of the Castillian invader, and the stabbing him in the pit, the groin, the eye, etc.

Arnis is good stuff, especially in the modern world. Less emphasis on killing your attacker and more on disabling him. And I am talking historical Arnis. Modern Arnis may be an entirely different animal. Either way, it's good stuff. If he gets the chance to learn any of the Filipino unarmed stuff, have him jump at it. It's brilliant, creative, and very effective. I really, really wish I could've gotten more panatukan and panajakman instruction. (probably misspelled those)

Is this the kind of armour you are referring to?

http://www.lifesize-models.co.uk/custom/images/products/SPANISH%20KNIGHT%203FT.%201800%5B1%5D.JPG
 
Is this the kind of armour you are referring to?

Essentially, yeah. That looks 1500's, and that would be the start of the Spanish conquest (well, late 1500's anyway). Not sure if that is late 1500's or early though. The clothing would be where that would matter, not the armor.

The move that really stuck out to me was a diagonal slide towards the opponent's left, combined with your left arm moving his up and the right driving the knife into his left armpit. I caught a "practice" knife in the pit during practice, as we went pretty much full-speed. FUCK, THAT HURT.
 
I was in track as a teenager. Mostly cause my mom made me do a sport, and I'm not real big on anything that involves flying objects. :eek:

I did the 400 meter dash. I sucked, big time.

I was in ballet a few times as a child, and I loved it. I was good, too, but my mom couldn't afford to keep me in it.

I bowl occasionally with K. I suck.

I also suck at pool and darts. I play them with K cause he loves them.

Oh! I used to have a blast chasing birdies and tennis balls around the court after I missed them! I played with my friend, Cynthia, and we'd just laugh our asses off at eachother.

Honestly, my right eye is lazy, and that affects my depth perception, so I don't do well at games that require good depth perception. I suck at bowling and pool cause I've got huge boobs I'm trying to work around - I can bowl if I hold my boob out of the way when I swing. I probably would enjoy sports more if I didn't suck, and if that sucking didn't annoy the competitive people around me. I played a game of volleyball once where we didn't keep track of the score or worry about who's turn it was to serve. I had a blast, because no one cared if I lost us a point.
 
Racquetball and I have a love/hate relationship. I was in college taking a course for PE credit, and the professor had just finished telling us that as long as we showed up and put in the time we'd have an 'A'.

After unintentionally using my racquet on my opponent rather than the ball, three times, he suggested that I might be the exception to the rule.

Something about being in an enclosed box with a ball that is bound and determine to sneak up on me turns me into a crazy person.
 
Here's an update people probably weren't waiting for, but hey. I played my first game on Saturday, for the third team. Good news: Put up a wall and pitched a shutout that would have made Turk Broda proud. Bad news: For most of the day and Sunday, my arms and legs felt ddly like somebody had poured sand into them. I'm proud of myself but goddamn.
 
Here's an update people probably weren't waiting for, but hey. I played my first game on Saturday, for the third team. Good news: Put up a wall and pitched a shutout that would have made Turk Broda proud. Bad news: For most of the day and Sunday, my arms and legs felt ddly like somebody had poured sand into them. I'm proud of myself but goddamn.

*Applauds*

Well done you!
 
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