Hello, hello, hello. Is there anybody in there?
Guten tag, bitches.
If you’ve read my previous post, you’ll know that on Sunday I was brutally neck-cranked. I’m sure you presumed me dead, but I’ve survived. I approached the week with a fuck it mentality, which is generally how I approach most things. I thought the best thing to do, would be to get back on the saddle as quickly as possible. So on Monday night, just one day after being viciously decapitated, I picked up my severed head and mounted the bitch that is No-Gi. We worked half-guard, played a half guard sweep or submit game, and generally had a good laugh. This eased off the pain in my neck, and I have become Comfortably Numb.
Not stopping there, I attended BJJ on Wednesday with a positive mental attitude. Feeling a bit better in the neck region, it was time to go to work. We learned one of the most fuck awful overly elaborate stupid as fuck omoplatas I have ever seen. Now, I hate omoplatas at the best of times, but this one took the fucking biscuit. I likely won’t be adding it to my very limited arsenal. Now I can see where the instructor was going with the move, and I imagine it’ll be broken down more next week, leading onto a more fluid, less cunty way of doing an omoplata however get to the fucking point. Anyways, I digress. At the end of class we rolled, I think I rolled with Grant first. We mainly just fucked about, pissed on one another’s game, and had a laugh. Next up was another blue belt. This guy was very experienced, having had his blue belt for about ten years (off shore security, non-stable training regime). He was far bigger than I, and just kept me right throughout the roll, filling in gaps, etc. Which was very appreciated. Third and final roll was with the neck-cranker himself. This was another playful roll, working from his guard rather than mine. He’s remarkably strong, but neither of us took the piss. All in all, a good night of grappling (apart from that fucking omoplata).
Tonight’s agenda was more No-Gi, we worked a butterfly pass and a nice little achilles lock. We then rolled. For a change, Friday night was chilled as fuck. This is partly due to good music being on for the first time in a long time. Led Zep were playing us out as we drilled, then Black Sabbath kicked in for the sparring. The rolls tonight were very fluid, technique based. I was triangled once, by The Dragon himself (a man called The Dragon because he has a tattoo of a dragon on his cock). The Dragon is a pro-fighter, and has been training all facets of martial arts since he was a kid. Now in his early forties, he brings a wealth of skill that many just aren’t used to. Great to roll with. I rolled with some new guys too, and specifically just worked position to encourage movement. Their movement was good, and you can see they weren’t getting panicked, so that’s positive. Also rolled with someone more experienced, but I couldn’t really gauge how, as the whole night was very light. All in all, great night of grappling.
Time to hydrate, stick the Xbox on and chill. Think I’ll stick some Pink Floyd on. Yes, yes I will.