



First off, congratulations to everyone who won. Everyone I was pulling for won, even the undercards who I hate not having been able to see. $40 aught to be able to get me every match, including two fights that showcased a former heavyweight champion (Frank Mir) and someone who was fighting only his second fight since being in a title bout (Babalu). I mean, come on. I saw Kendal Grove. I don't give a shit about Kendal Grove.
Big congratulations, by the way, to GSP. Many keyboard warriors on the net were talking about how Kos's wrestling were going to be too much for the Canadien. My own trainer picked Kos for this fight. I never stopped supporting GSP, and he showed why last night. I knew this was GSP's fight when I saw his walk to the octagon. He looked nothing like he did on his way to the Serra fight. He was bloodthirsty, and he needed to be. He got into the wring and not only beat Kos, but outwrestled him as well. No disrespect to Kos or his skills, I'm just a big GSP fan...or as they'd call me on Sherdog.com, a GSP "nuthugger."
Although I can understand Babalu's reasoning for doing what he did, I still disagree with it. At the same time, I think half his purse is too much. It should be less than what these guys doing steroids are getting slapped with. Anyway, when it comes to professionalism in MMA, just ask yourself: What Would Randy Do? HAHAHA! Get it? WWRD? HAHAHA! Yeah...I crack me up.
So I had my first grappling tournament ever Saturday! I was pumped up for it for a long time, and I would like to say I trained my ass off for it. I certainly did train my ass off, but I train just as hard every day whether I have a competition coming up or not.
I made weight without much of a problem; I got on the sale at 159.5 with no shoes, but fully clothed with empty pockets. I proceeded to drink a lot of water and Gatorade, and I ate a bunch of food that Carol had brought with us from the (really nice) continental breakfast at the hotel. Originally, my group was scheduled as the last to go, so I got comfortable. As it turned out, I wasn't the last to go, but I still wasn't going for quite a while. I wasn't upset by that though, I got to watch everyone else on the team work.
The kids went first, and HVJJ cleaned house. Both John John and Little Derrick beat everyone they went against, and shared first place instead of competing against each other for first.
I was in a division that consisted of 16 guys, all at 160 pounds. It was the biggest division of the tournament! I'm not sure if I was actually nervous, but I was certainly pumped. I remember trying to calm myself down as I watched the first couple matches before I was to go on myself. My first impression was that everyone was very athletic, and apparently very good. I guess I was at least a little intimidated, but it didn't effect my mindset. 90% of the people I train with are also teachers to me, so I get my ass kicked regularly; I'm not going to let that effect the way I roll.
So the third match is about to get going, and that's my first one. The kid I'm rolling is taller than me and I felt as though he was bigger than me too, but we both had to make the same weight so I wasn't worried. It was definitely a battle. He seemed to be pretty athletic. He didn't have much wrestling so I got the takedown pretty easily. The match seemed to go on forever, but I maintained top control for all of what I remember. I took the mount a bunch of times, and eventually he showed me his back. I sunk the hooks in, and went for the choke, but it felt like he ducked his chin. I was really high up on him and I felt like he could have rolled me eventually if he wanted to, so I grabbed my hand and squeezed the life out of his head. The Severn (sp?) worked, and I got the tap.
The next guy, I really don't have any memory of...maybe if someone tells me a little bit about it, then it'll come back to me but the other 3 matches I had stuck out significantly to me. This one must not have been as interesting as the others. This one, my second, I won on points. I know I could have finished the two that I won on points if I had enough time, but I'll take the win in any case.
With the second kid I rolled, we put on a gymnastics exhibition (or so it felt like for me)! I scored a bunch of takedowns in that one, but we went back in forth on positions on the ground. I was getting tired at this point. As it turns out, my cardio isn't what I thought it was. Anyway, he swept me a bunch of times, I swept him and reversed him a bunch of times. One takedown I got on him was pretty impressive to the spectators; I got a lot of compliments on it!
We were doing some handfighting and it wasn't going very far. I managed to get double underhooks and wasted no time: I launched the kid. I picked him as high up off the mat as I could and drove my entire body into him. My feet left the ground before he landed, and when he did, the force of my entire weight drove into his chest. I'm not sure when in the match that happened, as we did have an overtime. We were tied on points at the end of regulation, so we had a 2 minute overtime in which I racked up enough points to put him away. My next match would be for first place.
Final Match: By now I feel pretty whipped. I did have some energy left, but I felt as though I had lost all explosiveness. The kid is a wrestler, and when you're working against wrestlers, you're working against explosiveness. Anyway, we hand fought for quite a while, and I believe he got the takedown on me. He was very heavy on me, and my several attempts to sweep him were all unsuccessful. I am not as confident in my guard as I am my top game (although Mike completely disagrees with me), but Brian did a great job coaching me, and was a mere few feet away when I went for a gogoplata. I was VERY close to finishing the match at that point...in fact, Dave told me that I will probably hear him on the video Jaimie was making for me saying "If he finishes with a gogoplata, he'll be my hero." I was kicking and pulling as hard as I could, but the guy toughed it out. I think he had his chin in and knew he wasn't in danger so regardless of the discomfort I may have put him through, he remained calm. I am often able to tough things out that aren't perfect (10 fingers, triangles, etc.). Anyway, he made his way out of that, and controlled me for the rest of the match. I think he passed my guard toward the end of the match too, which would have made the score 4-0. I'm not sure exactly what the score was, but everyone was telling me that it was a close match. Hopefully, the results will be up on the NE Grappling Website soon.






Still not impressed? Alright, fine. Brian will have to jump it too.
Ah, what the hell, Kevin should jump it too.
Did you seriously think that Carol wouldn't jump it?
One hell of a time. Thanks to Brian for inviting us out, and thanks to Carol for convincing me to skip jiu jitsu this morning to go play. I want to go back already.
This is the picture that started the night off. I made a huge ugly face that, combined with the up-closeness of the picture, got some pretty good laughs...
The second try came out a little bit better, but I did my best to make that one look equally as rediculous...
Carol continued to play with her new phone while Cliff phoned some more people to come party with us...
...while I decided what I wanted to drink, now that I've all but given up on making my 145 pound goal.
Carol is very happy that I'm not going to drop so much weight. I'm sure Mom would be too (and will be once she hears).
Carol so happy that she picked up the guitar and started jamming!
Katlyn was pretty happy too, but I think it was more that she was finally able to see Carol again. Carol was pretty happy too, as this feels as though it has been the first Friday night that Carol has been able to hang out with everyone since she started taking crazy hours at work...
This is just a strange and pretty irrelevant picture. It should be here with the rest of them though...

They have tons in common, including a nursing career. It wasn't long before they were declaring themselves the best of friends!
It also wasn't long before Carol wanted to play with her camera herself again...
We'll wrap this up with a picture of all the lovely ladies that were around tonight, except Destiny. Of course, there were many people who were hanging out that didn't get caught by the camera, so I hereby apologize to those who are missing out on their 15 minutes of fame on the world famous Janicik Blog. You know we love you all, and better luck next time! Until then, here's a picture of 4 of the greatest women on the planet!
It was an awesome night! Thanks again, Cliff!