I Used Karate to Fight off a Huge Biker (Plus a successful NBA GPP Lineup)
The first time I got bullied was in middle school. I was riding the bus home and one of the older girls was making fun of me. She continued until I began to cry and the bus driver noticed what was going on and told her to stop. I had friends, but they were all girls who were scared of the older girl, so they never really stepped in to help me. And although I went to a different high school than the older girl, I still dealt with bullies in high school. A boy from the hockey team punched me in the stomach a few times. Being bullied sucked, but it made me the person I am today. I found out there was something called martial arts, where the weak can learn to become strong. I walked into my first karate gym at age 16.
My instructor was a short woman with a ponytail. She was a 3rd degree black belt and she was feisty. She wasn’t a big girl, but she was ferocious and strict. I quickly became disciplined, confident, and fierce. I got promoted from belt to belt very quickly, eventually receiving a red belt. I was very pleased with getting my red belt, as it was a symbol that I could no longer be messed with. I was a force to be reckoned with.
After 4 years of training I received my brown belt, a high honor in the sport. I carried it around for a week to various public places, showing it to random strangers. They would pat me on the back and tell me how cool it was that I got the belt. Sometimes they would invite me to their house to have dinner and show my belt off to their wife, but I declined. I wanted to be a humble person.
The first time I had to use the power of my martial arts to defend myself was late night at a fast food restaurant. I ordered some apple slices, salad and milk from the counter, and sat down with a girlfriend I met from college. I should point out that she wasn’t my “girlfriend” in the traditional sense of the word, but instead just a friend who was a girl. It was about 11:30 PM when we decided to leave, and in the parking lot was a weird guy, about 40 years old. He was wearing a bandana and looked like a biker. I could sense he was going to approach us, maybe because my martial arts training prepared me to handle danger. Sure enough, as we were halfway to our car he started moving toward us. “Hey girl” he said to my friend. She seemed kind of spooked that he was walking our way. “Come here a second, I just wanna ask you something.” He was moving toward us a little quickly. I put my hand up indicating I wished him to stop approaching. “Don’t come any closer sir!” I said to him. He stopped, but he laughed at me. “You sound like such a wuss.” I knew he wasn’t going to get the message unless I was very confident. I looked him in the eye and said, “I used to be bullied at school. I’ve dealt with people like you since I was in middle school. Becky Peterson was the scariest person I’ve ever dealt with, and trust me, once you’ve dealt with someone as scary as Becky, you’re not scared of anything. On top of that, I have trained extensively in numerous martial arts. I have a brown belt in karate. If you do not step away from me and my girlfriend right this instance, I will be forced to go into the backseat of my car and put my karate belt around my waist. PS pal, I lied. I’m already wearing my karate belt!” I lifted my shirt and revealed the brown belt. The once confident man was now terrified, and he resorted to insulting me. He pointed at my girlfriend. “There’s no way this is your girlfriend. Look at how you’re dressed ha ha. You look like a pregnant Richard Simmons!” Now that I look back on it, his insults were accurate, though rude. I pulled my girlfriend into the car and we drove away. She told me how brave I was. It was something the martial arts prepared me for. I had been bullied before, this was nothing new. What was new was how I dealt with the situation. I struck fear into the heart of a potential attacker, and he ended up backing off.
When we arrived at my house, my mother asked me what took us so long. We explained the situation and she told me how proud of me she was. My girlfriend then hugged me and said, “he’s my fierce protector!” And that’s the power of martial arts. Though it’s touted as self-defense, it can protect your friends, family, or other innocent victims as well.
I hope that I’m never attacked again, but if anyone is ever feeling froggy, they have something vicious and lethal waiting for them. I wear my belts out in public. If someone wants to test me, I’ll be ready. I am the fierce protector, a powerful warrior with the ability to end bullying in my lifetime. Good luck, bad guys!
Last night (12/29) I played the single entry $2 tournament on Fanduel with this as my lineup:
I loved the spot for Dennis Smith Jr. in what would surely be a low-owned take due to his recent box scores. Great matchup for him and it obviously worked out well getting 44 at 9% ownership. Wesley Matthews had a good spot too and somehow only 2% owned so that was great. I liked Bojan tonight but he didn’t quite pull through for me. Probably the difference between getting 1st-3rd as opposed to 12th. Still a good result. Lastly, stuck in Pascal after the Serge news dropped. Strangely, I had a non-Westbrook lineup that included Serge, but pivoted to Pascal and jammed in Westbrook when I heard of the suspension.