{"id":314,"date":"1999-12-14T05:38:52","date_gmt":"1999-12-14T12:38:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.danwashburn.com\/sportinglife\/?p=314"},"modified":"2008-09-11T05:39:15","modified_gmt":"2008-09-11T12:39:15","slug":"fencing-its-called-the-physical-game-of-chess","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/danwashburn.com\/sportinglife\/1999\/12\/14\/fencing-its-called-the-physical-game-of-chess\/","title":{"rendered":"Fencing: &#8216;It&#8217;s called the physical game of chess&#8217;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/danwashburn.com\/fencing.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p>December 14, 1999 \u00e2\u20ac\u201d            The welts on my right shoulder told me that I should be thankful my            fencing lesson came on the verge of the 21st century and not during            the 16th.<\/p>\n<p>For if the latter was the            case, I&#8217;d likely be writing this from my grave.<\/p>\n<p>The modern-day Olympic sport            of fencing has its roots in the unarmored rapier dueling of Elizabethan            Europe, which was all the rage among gentlemen and generals alike.<\/p>\n<p>It was a means of settling            disputes, where who was wrong and who was right mattered much less than            who was dead and who was alive after it all went down.<\/p>\n<p>With modern fencing, the            thrill of one-on-one combat lives on \u00e2\u20ac\u201d just without all of that            blood and gore. We wouldn&#8217;t want to soil those nice white uniforms,            would we?<\/p>\n<p>The red marks on my shoulder            came courtesy of Gainesville fencer Mark Papp, who discovered the fighting            sport eight years ago while visiting the Georgia Renaissance Fair.<\/p>\n<p>He liked it \u00e2\u20ac\u201d a lot.            He starting training regularly with Wolfgang Finck of the Fayette Fencing            Academy in Fayetteville. He had a high-tech fencing strip installed            in his home.<\/p>\n<p>Fencing seemed to click with            Papp&#8217;s personality. He&#8217;s an aggressive individualist, a shrewd businessman            who last year sold his poultry company \u00e2\u20ac\u201d Almark Inc., which sells            peeled, hard-boiled eggs in bulk to the food services industry \u00e2\u20ac\u201d            and retired as a 44-year-old bachelor.<\/p>\n<p>Ah, the hard-boiled egg.            So simple. So lucrative?<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It was kind of an odd niche,&#8221;            chuckled Papp, now 45.<\/p>\n<p>Papp approached fencing with            the same drive and determination that led him to an early retirement.            Before long he was winning tournaments throughout the Southeast. Last            year, he qualified for the World Cup in Montreal.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Fencing is not just a physical            sport, it takes a high degree of thought,&#8221; Papp explained as we sat            in his wood-walled study, the mounted heads of slain animals looking            on. &#8220;It&#8217;s called the physical game of chess, because every move has            a countermove.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>It was down in Papp&#8217;s &#8220;fencing            lair&#8221; that I learned these countermoves must be performed quickly and            precisely. Failure to do so results in red marks on your shoulder, or            wherever else Papp decides to stick you with his epee, the long, thin            fencing weapon with a triangular blade and a large bell guard in front            of the handle.<\/p>\n<p>Papp&#8217;s fencing strip \u00e2\u20ac\u201d            actually a section of the regulation racquetball court inside his palatial            Lake Lanier home (that&#8217;s a lot of hard-boiled eggs) \u00e2\u20ac\u201d has all of            the bells and whistles a tournament strip does. Our epees, with flattened            spring-loaded tips, were wired to sound a tone and light a lamp when            a touch was recorded.<\/p>\n<p>But even with all of the            technology, fencing still comes down to the same basic premise that            existed hundreds of years ago. Man versus man. Skill versus skill. Cunning            versus cunning.<\/p>\n<p>The great thing about fencing,            however, is that an unskilled man with very little cunning can thoroughly            enjoy the sport, and not die trying it.<\/p>\n<p>After a brief primer on basics            \u00e2\u20ac\u201d the en garde (the prepared stance), the parry (a defensive            action), the riposte (a counterattack), the lunge (the most common attack)            \u00e2\u20ac\u201d we got right into it.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ready?&#8221; Papp asked me as            we stood face-to-face, epees raised. I nodded. &#8220;Fence.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And, with that, our battle            began.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/danwashburn.com\/fencing2.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Papp was the obvious leader            in this tempestuous dance up and down the narrow strip. I attempted            to parry his often sudden and adroit attacks. If unsuccessful, he would            step back and wait, wait for me to become impatient, wait for me to            make a hasty advance, wait until he could score the easy touch.<\/p>\n<p>I tried to read his eyes,            but they were hidden behind his mask. I tried to read his moves, but            they were designed to deceive.<\/p>\n<p>Fencing is a sport of subtle            and small moves. It is also a sport of intense mental and physical stamina.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Are you starting to feel            a workout?&#8221; Papp asked me after a few bouts. &#8220;If we were really going            at it, the sweat would be falling off of you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It already is,&#8221; I said,            wiping my brow.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Another one?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah,&#8221; I nodded. &#8220;Sure.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ready? Fence.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Something about the sound            of metal clashing against metal makes my heart race. It makes me feel            alive.<\/p>\n<p>I wear the red marks on my            shoulder with honor.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>December 14, 1999 \u00e2\u20ac\u201d The welts on my right shoulder told me that I should be thankful my fencing lesson came on the verge of the 21st century and not during the 16th. For if the latter was the case, I&#8217;d likely be writing this from my grave. 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