Muahahaha! I'm back.
So a bit of background: The coach of my high school fencing
team quit last year to much sadness, and was replaced by two new coaches who I'll call Toby and Tim for short. No one much likes either of them, but Tim is a complete tool
. He also sucks at fencing. I, as an alumni
, come back and practice with the team during my winter vacation
. This also puts me in a unique position to poke fun at the coaches and dissent with their new strategies while not getting kicked off the team. It would look bad, after all, since I practically ran things there for two years as a captain
and the best fencer on the team. Not to toot my own horn
But I digress. I decided today would be "RimRod Makes Tim Look Like A Fool" day. Some of the more memorable exchanges heard:
(as I was refereeing a bout)
Tim: Your referee
ing style is all wrong, Ian. You can't direct like that. You have to (blah
blah blah blah) and (blah blah blah).
Me: Actually, I think the way I do it is fine.
Tim: No, take it from me, mine is the right way. I'm a nationally licensed referee, and I know what I'm talking about.
Me: I'm a nationally licensed referee also. What was your point again?
(as someone on the team was merrily rejoicing after winning a tough epee bout)
Tim: Oh, pipe down
, you still have a lot of work to do. After all, I can beat anyone in this room in epee
Me: Perhaps. But I could beat anyone in this room, including you
, in foil
This won't count towards my total, but a friend of mine got in a nice zinger on Toby:
(Two fellow alumni walked in when we were still drilling, one of whom said the following)
Toby: Fellas, I'm going to have to ask you to either join the footwork
drills or wait upstairs until we're ready to start fencing
Friend: Hey, no prob...we'll go to Wendy's
for a while. Want us to bring you back anything?
Toby: Err...no, that's alright. See you in a little bit.
Daily Evil: 4/10
total, 2 points for each major zinger I got in. Not very scathing, just a medium burn.
long, long ago
/far, far away