We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Yet another sport I would rather play than watch. This was today, in Danbury, CT - the New England Division.
The game is a wonderful combination of muscle, physical endurance, tactics, skill, anticipation, brains, and attitude. And of course, as a mano a mano game, it's all up to you. No team-mates to blame, and No Excuses.
This must have been one heck of a dramatic game when real swords were used. Ouch!
A great sport; I took it up 18 years ago. The first thing I learned: I don't EVER want to have to do this for real. Later: How tired and out-of-breath I get after 3 minutes of fencing time. And that's with a light foil and fencing gear, not a heavy sword and shield and chain-mail, and someone just trying to score points, not to kill me.
And, as I told my wife, there are the women in tight white fencing pants.