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ass whoopin'
Filed Wednesday, April 14 2004.

Today, after fight practice, a bunch of the guys I train with crossed over to the other side of the gym to spar for a bit with the New York Russian Sambo Team - Sambo being the former USSR's version of Judo.

I ended up paired with a guy named (I kid you not) Vlad, a large Russian who seemed to think it would be an easy couple of matches. Much to his (and his coach's) surprise, however, I went 2-1 in the three rounds against him, tapping him out with a choke and then an armbar in the first two before getting sloppy and tired in the third and opening myself up to a an ankle lock that left me hobbling the rest of the way home.

Still, there's nothing like testing your fight skills against a large and uncooperative opponent to see that your training is actually paying off. Vlad seemed impressed and vowed to drop in for a couple of our classes; if he does, I'm pretty sure I deserve a cut of his training fee.