The Men's Foil Finalist. Look at them. What a smug, stuck up bunch they are.
In
the Men's Foil Quarter Final it was Bakhyt Abdikulov against his long time
student Matt Cameron. Mr. Cameron won by a squeaker. But all
during the bout you could here Matt saying in a deep rumbling voice "Now
I am the Master." Spooky.
Justin
Purcell
vs. Matt Cameron in the Men's Foil Final.
How Low will you Go to get the touché? Just a little lower, please.
The
Final Eight of Men's Sabre. Unfortunately, I got there too late to
watch any bouts. Hell, it was over by noon. You know how fast
sabre fencing is. I only recognize Mr. Ed Kaihatsu, second
place. Didn't he tell us last year he wasn't going to fence sabre
any more? Too tough on the Old Legs?
Poor
Little Miss Kristin Rill. She is about to get an Ear Full
from her coach, Chris Karll. Something about getting the arm out on
the attack, using good distance, and not falling into bad habits.
What I really love about this picture is the look on Chris' face, the body
language of Ms. Rill, and the morbid fascination of the young ladies in
the background. The caption for this picture should be "I
didn't get this ABSOLUTE FOIL t-shirt just because I had twelve bucks in
my pocket!" Yes, I know it is sabre, but still...
This
is Ms. Kristina Koelle on the left. She would have won this bout if
she had taken my advice and come at her opponent like a nightmare.
The girl is too nice. I have to do something to toughen her
up. Maybe an exercise program of footwork and ridicule
will do the trick.
Chris
Karll in a pool bout against Northwestern's David Mann. If
you look closely, you can see that Mr. Mann's mask is severely bent in the
top left corner (as he sees it). Perhaps he took a really mean sabre
blow.
Our
newest fencer, Young Mr. Todd Evert, who just moved here from
Detroit. Mr. Evert (on the right) in a bout he really should have
won, against Mr. Way of Michigan. Mr. Way is the guy who knocked me
out at last years Remenyik, keeping me at 13th place. Naturally I
was pulling for Todd, even to the point of stepping on Mr. Way's reel
cord. In the end it didn't help. 15-14 final.
The
Men's Epee Finalists. What a happy, healthy, well adjusted group of
men they are. Captains of Industry, Leaders of America. The
kind of guys who would bend over backwards to help there fellow man.
Not like those stuck up foil fencers. The only thing They would
appreciate is a nice hot cup of blood.
Our
own Mr. Karll against someone else's Mr. Schneider (Frankenstein) in the
Quarter Final. It was close, but Mr. Frankenstein had a mean Six
Parry Riposte. 
Charles
Schneider in his Gold Medal (or big sword) bout against Tim Gilham.
Notice the Frankenstein's Monster type wrap on Mr. Schneider's leg. 
Look
at Me! I'm Duncan McCloud from Highlander. Heads removed, free
of charge!. No, Wait! I'm really Charles Schneider.
The
Final Eight of Men's Epee after they have received there awards. All
except the guy on the far right, our very own Michael Pikula. Mr.
Pikula is trying very hard to be a Rock and Roll star. See
the sunglasses? He even wares them fencing. The reason he is
up there? 11th Place, best for an 'E' ranked fencer. Notice
the Fencing Roadies, who are so excited about the Epee Finals that they
are already tearing down the strips.
Fencing
Roadies. The Northwestern Crew has a big job ahead of them.
Tear down all those nice metal grate strips, and pack it up. I
suspect they are mostly Freshmen and Sophomores.