I had a very strange dream this morning. I was in a Will Ferrell movie. He was a villain called Doughman and I was fighting him. At one I almost defeated him but a small nodule of dough remained and began expanding into two plates of flat dough. I kept pounding them but Ferrell’s face would appear in the dough to taunt me. So I turned them into two plates of pasta with a tomato sauce. The solution was to eat the pasta in the hope that the stomach acid would kill him.
I woke up then, but you know exactly what would have happened. Yes, Doughman would have become Spewman.
You should note that this dream occurred prior to me taking a big strike to the head at the karate tournament.
I was definitely the Doughman there. Somehow I summoned up the courage to join Alex in competing in our dojo’s annual tournament. He’s been doing it for almost a year now and has a red belt but I had to give it away for six months due to a foot injury and haven’t even graded yet. No other senior white belts were in attendance today. Senior, that makes me feel really old now, especially when Alex is still a Pee Wee!
|Me on the left getting belted|
|Alex in gladiator|
Alex did well, adding another silver in kumite to the one he won at the warm up tournament last term. And he won both his matches in the gladiator, though his team did not progress.
Me, I got a bronze in the kata, but that’s because there were only three of us competing. And a bumped head in kumite where there were four. But I did score a couple of points and I’m satisfied with that.
The things we do to set a good example for our kids…
So I may not be great at karate, but I reckon I could write a pretty decent movie script. In my sleep.