Sometimes when you're in the heat of (proverbial) battle -- between the adrenaline-fueled shit-storm of emotion, sensation, and inclination -- you have a moment of clarity. For a moment, everything slows down; the shroud of doubt and uncertainty is lifted, and the path to victory becomes clear before you. You know exactly what you need to do, and now is the time to do it!
It doesn't work. You fail epically. You facepalm whenever you think about it.
This is the thread to share stories of times you tried something in competition (or sparring) that seemed like an AWESOME idea at the time... but was completely stupid in hindsight.
I'll start with two of my favorites:
Finals of NAGA Expert Division, facing a leglock ninja who I've seen take home gold every time for years. I know my only chance is to get on top and play a tight game. I shoot for a takedown, which he stuffs easily. Oh god, why?! I try again and he defends once more.
The end of his previous match, in which he lands a prefect flying scissor takedown to heel hook finish, flashes before my eyes. I can't go out like that... I can't! But the longer I fail to get him down, the higher the chance he Ryo Chonan's my ass!
I shoot once more and we end up in a clinch. No! It's gonna happen! Fuck this, I'm pulling guard!
... Wait, what? So I jump guard (which I never do, so I'm really bad at). Leglock Ninja keeps his standing base, looks at me quizzically, smirks, then spins into a kneebar, transitions into a heel hook, and graciously releases me as I tap the mat frantically. Whoops.
And then there's my most recent goof, which worked out better in the end, but was still cringe worthy.
It's the third round of an EPIC MMA fight between me and a top-ranked 7-1 prospect fighting out of the Blackzillians camp. I have no idea what's going on in terms of the scorecards, but I'm probably behind. I just botched a guillotine attempt, my back is kind of against the cage, but I'm turning to get this fight back to the feet ASAP. He reaches around my back over my shoulder and it's then that the combined spirits of Karo Parisyan, Gene Lebell, and Jigoro Kano suddenly take command of my mortal frame!
Both of my hands secure my opponent's arm to the crook of my neck and shoulder, and with all of my might, I hurl that shoulder diagonally down to the mat! DROP SEIONAGI MOTHERFUCKER! Except I don't know Judo, so it doesn't work, and he takes my back. WOMP!
So yeah, share your stories so that we may all laugh at one another's expense!
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