Monday, April 18, 2005
martinique
Just as the other sconnies slouch and shuffle their way off the blogging train, whining and spitting on the conductor as they pass, Martine has hopped onboard by starting a blog of her own. One recent post talks about the game "Knock Your Socks Off." She makes it sound like a fun friendly party game, like a more rowdy variant of Twister. As a two-time NCAA KYSO champion at the University of Iowa, I can assure you that it is anything but. KYSO may be "the sport of the future", as it is often called, or "the kickboxing of the new millenium", but it is not for the fainthearted or weakankled. Not only do nice people finish last at KYSO, but they don't even get their socks back. Ever. You can't pussyfoot around if you want to keep your socks on and your toes intact. Instead, to win, you have to first break your opponent psychologically, and then podiafabrically.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
as you may have gleaned from jeremy's and my disparate accounts of KYSO, KYSO draws at least two types of personalities: those who feel compelled to alert the world to the grittiness of the sport (tough actin' tinactin) and those who, as coveters of foot garments, prefer to quietly allow others to learn the nuances of KYSO one sock at a time.
I just ran into Martine in the hallway downstairs. Suffice it to say, I still have my socks, as well as now a pair to spare.
jeremy is conveniently selective about the details he chooses to include. sure, he was the victor of KYSO, but i've got a nice pair of khakis hanging in my trophy room/office suggesting his KYPO skills aren't quite as honed. (my apologies to those on the 8th floor).
This does speak to the importance of both sides understanding which of the various permutations of KY_O is being played. In any case, Martine also apparently won a rousing round of KYLDMO as well, as LDM is now posting comments over on her blog.
In the words of Charlie Brown trying to kick a football,
AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
I did laundry today and somehow ended up with an odd number of socks.
Post a Comment