And now, a poem from Heydawg about mcdojos:
I started doing MMA
and much to my dismay
I realized that my last two years
didn't help me from being blown away
My taekwondo did not help
in the octagon ring
it pissed me off a lot
when my head kept being dinged
I was sparring another new MMA charge
and he told me before
that though he was quite large
he had never sparred before
So my question to you, from Heydawg yo
anyone here had to start over after training at a mcdojo?
I practiced choy li fut.
My footwork was not mobile.
I learned to punch straight or in a circle
But never in an oval.
I'm not entirely of one mind
About the club I left behind:
I still have lots of friends there, but
The senseis were a little nuts.
"In here we throw," one said to me,
"With spiritual energy."
She credited to vague mystique
What I would just call good technique.
Another had the gall to say
About the sport of MMA,
"That's not a fight!" -- he thinks us fools
Who think that fighting can have rules.
I've no idea how he'd know:
He's only studied aikido.
A fight would be as strange to him
As texting or a nose-hair trim.
I found a new club just last year:
Not perfect, but I like it here.
There's no pretense or politics
And no one's teaching magic tricks.