Tuesday, March 23, 2010

I went to a tournament a week or so ago. For a variety of reasons I did not use my new mask. Instead, I pulled the Beast out of retirement.






This mask, more commonly referred too as the Biohazard, is an old Allstar FIE mask that I picked up back in the mid 90’s. It was either 95 or 96, heck, (maybe 94) they were having a NAC in Atlanta, probably the first one ever held there, as part of the build up/preparation for the 96 Olympics. I was working as a volunteer at the armory table test the masks with the 12K punch, (If someone who isn’t a fencer is reading this, all fencing masks are supposed to be checked before competitions to see if the mesh on the mask can withstand 12 kg of force delivered by a small punch, if the punch can push through the mesh the mask is failed and the fencer is not allowed to use it for safety reasons. We prefer not to perforate each others heads.) On this particular day one competitor came up with an Allstar FIE mask. This was a German manufactured mask that was certified for international competition. The head strap on this mask had come out and the rivets that held it in were gone. I looked at it and asked the head armourer if it could be used. He asked if the punch would fit through the hole, since it obviously would I turned to the fencer and said it didn’t pass but could easily be fixed by putting new rivets in the holes. He shrugged and said he needed a new mask anyway, turned and left. I promptly tagged the masks with my name, took it home at the end of the event and fixed it. Several years later it was still passing the tests easily but had acquired such a rough appearance that at one point an armourer actually flinched when I handed it to him. I joked after this that I needed to make a Biohazard sticker and put it on the mask. A friend who works in the Port of Savannah GA brought me two genuine stickers and I fenced with it ever since. I retired the mask eventually because I was tired of watching people at tournaments spend inordinate amounts of time trying to find the one spot on it that would fail and because at a national championship in Austin if I recall correctly, one young armourer refused to pass it because the lining of the bib was torn. (WTF?) (I took it back to a different armourer and it went through with a any more problem that him flinching and punch testing it about 15 times)
At any rate I bought a new mask at that event, (FIE Negrini) and put the Biohazard down as my practice mask. I eventually retired it from there because it was getting pretty old. I would still pull it out for the Halloween tournament every year for awhile but stopped that eventually too. But, last week it came out to play again. IU got the usually Oh My God! Comments when people saw it, it did pass the test (barely) and then I fenced really well and and took second in the event. (losing 15-14 in the final to some young fast A rated fencer who had to come from behind to beat me) It is almost enough to make me consider wearing it more often. But I won’t because I really do think it has aged out of it being Really safe. So it will hang on the back of my throne in retirement now. I don’t plan on ever wearing it again for actual fencing. But it is nice to have around.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Greetings

Greetings.
Welcome to the ramblings and reminisces of a long time fencer and coach at the mid level of fencing in the southeast of the US.

I began fencing in the fall of 1981 when I registered for classes in my freshman year of college. I needed a PE and saw fencing and thought that it would be fun. I was a gamer geek at the time. (Hell, in the back of my mind I still am) I read al the fantasy novels, played dungeons and Dragons, had crawled through the storm drains of my home town with a friend simulating being in a dungeon. (no, we didn’t carry torches and swords) Unlike many mouth breathing games though I was also something of an athlete. I had been a competitive swimmer for years, I played (practiced more than played) football for two years in High School and had run track. So I felt reasonably confident in my ability. Little did I know that this simple PE class was going to infect me with something that has quite literally dominated my life ever since.

I recall the class well, I can remember some of the people in it. I remember the book we used. (Charles Simonian’s Basic Foil Fencing) I was lucky and got a whole jacket, some folks were fencing in half jackets. Of course since the gym we used had no AC maybe they were the lucky one. I got an old black Castello mask that was well used. In fact I still have it. Years later when we were replacing old masks I took it and brought it home as a souvenir.

This blog will be used to recount stories of past fencing trips, tournaments, parties whatever. I will also expound a bit on my thoughts and philosophy of fencing. Tell how and why I became an unpaid almost full time coach instead of getting a real job and life. I have my doubts that anyone much will read this but that is ok. A few may and find it interesting.