Hong Kong Phooey

OR "I don't know karate but I know ka-razy"

Today I mailed off two gis to a friend who trains at Brazilian Top Team. He needed them, I donated them. A white Koral MKM and a white Vulkan ProLite. He'll have to take the Galvao patch off one of them though, hehehe.

As I was filling out the shipping form the clerk at the UPS store asks me, "Oh I see you do karate."

To which my reply is, "Yeah, kinda." Then when she filled out the shipping contents she wrote "karate gear". I didn't feel like explaining Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu to her.

Another time I was talking to a doctor about activity after surgery and said certain things were ok, "But don't do any karate. No karate." HA! Thanks! I told him in no uncertain terms that I absolutely would not be doing any karate.

No karate.

In college I was training and thought I could escape an armbar and the guy snapped my arm. When the xray showed a broken radial head the doctor asked me to explain the way I was hurt. The mechanism of injury as it's called.

"So a guy was sitting on top of me and I was trying to get away. I made a mistake and he grabbed my wrist with his hands and his legs were on either side of my shoulder. So he lays back, kinda perpendicular to my torso with my elbow in his groin. I'm trying to get away and he is trying to break my arm by lifting his hips and bending my elbow joint backwards the wrong way. That's how I broke my arm." The doctor did not really understand any of this. He was content with 'someone hyper-extended your elbow in a fight'. OK, sure thing.

Dude probably knew karate.

And as I'm a fan of 80's cartoons, that having been my youth, and also a fan of 90's rock, that having been college, here is a special tribute. Martial arts, Sublime and cartoons all in one.

Hong Kong Phooey.