Judo Tournament, Send Lawyers, Guns and Money

I went to a Judo tournament in Hurst, Texas and competed in the masters division (for old guys). This year they were light on entries, so I ended up competing with two guys in their thirties, both about nine pounds heavier, 2% body fat sort of guys.

One was a grappler who had decided to go to Judo. Darn, he was strong, but I beat him on the mat with a pin. The other was a brown belt I've seen (but never worked out with). I lost to him by being pinned.

I also lost in the adult novice to a guy from our club. We were in the "light" division (heavy was 220+ pounds, medum was the 200 pound guys and the rest of us were light). He beat me cleanly.

I lost two pounds in the six minutes I was on the mats.

went home with the waitress
The way I always do
How was I to know
She was with the
Russians, too?

I was gambling in Havana
I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money
Dad, get me out of this hyeah

...

From the song, Send Lawyers, Guns and Money

(I'm a lawyer after all, but I could use guns and money. The name of the song is better than the lyrics, what can I say ...)

After the tournament, Rachel and I drove to the airport and got there just in time to see Win and Heather. Their luggage got in about five minutes later and I loaded them up and we all went home. I'm so happy to be with them and they were glad to be back from New York. Funny, Win had walked 8-9 miles a day (or more) while in New York and as soon as it cooled off she wanted me to take her for a walk so she could just enjoy the walking without having to fight through crowds everywhere she went.