Mom learned judo at university, and was supposedly very good at it. She says she was a black belt, although that's pretty meaningless. Imbued with Heavy Duty Ukrainian Farm Girl size and strength, mom was very formidable according to legend. As for me, I competed for quite a while, and quite successfully. If I had continued to compete, who knows how far I might have gotten. The word "harmony" really never appeared in mom's vocabulary, and judo as practiced in my family is pretty
**** intense. Lessons I learned tended to focus on ideas like "if you trip somebody in this position, you land with their full body weight, and yours, on their shoulder. It'll
**** 'em up."
Sensei Greg
For some reason, that makes me think of "Sensei Rex" from Napoleon Dynamite. I can't shake it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hzh9koy7b1E -k