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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Making a point…

Fair warning, this may turn out to be a rant, but at least I will feel better!
trophy
This represents the peak of my competitive fencing career, 42 years ago.  If I had known I would win I would have chosen a better trophy!  I was  the Hon. Sec. of the Fencing Union and got the choose the trophies etc.
Back then, club bouts and the early rounds of competitions would be non electric. Here you say "dry foil", there it was "steam foil ". Probably a reference to the steam powered age preceding the electrical age. I have no idea where dry came from.
In those days a hit had to be a very palpable hit (to quote some Danish dude) to be seen. You relied on the eyesight of your two judges to see the hit so it had to be a good one, with the "character of penetration" as it was described. This meant landing the point fairly square onto the target to ensure blade bent.  Fencers did not swipe at their opponents with the foil, because even if they did hit, the judges would not reward the result as a scoring action. 
This traditional constraint existed to simulate the fact that the foil we use today is the descendant of a training weapon for the small sword, a weapon with a very sharp point but no cutting edge.
I can remember the outrage when the rules were changed to outlaw the serrated beehive point in the mid 1960s and replace it with today's flat point. The reason given was to try to reduce the serrated side of the beehive point catching on the lame and registering hits which did not conform to the "character of penetration". Lames tended to be made of a much courser mesh than today which aided this passing contact.
The introduction of the electronic scoring apparatus did not change the basic criteria for awarding points but the design of the machine and the weapons have altered the these criteria. It is obvious that if we change the rules used to adjudicate a hit in foil to include actions with the edge of the blade, we could expect to see the fencers exploit that rule and begin to swing the weapon at their opponent as well as jab.
Now fencers no longer attempt to convince their opponents or the judge that they have scored. Instead they strive as hard as they can to convince the scoring machine that they have made a touch. This is a subtle but important change.
Further, the remaining human judge also relies heavily on the measurements of that machine to make their judgments; determining the timing of the actions in order to award a touch to one fencer over the other when both fencers hit during a fencing phrase.
The result of all of this is that fencers no longer train in use of the sword and instead learn how to exploit the special qualities of the electronic equipment.  We now have generations of fencers who have no idea how to use an actual sword and the true art of fencing is fading away.
I think this can be explained by the change in the manner in which fencers now score with the weapon.  One merely has to place the weapon on the target and provide enough pressure in the point to set off an electronic switch. The direction the attack comes from is irrelevant.
To compound this problem, over the years the pressure and time of contact of the point of the weapon with the target that is needed to set off the machine has been decreasing and the weapons have become increasingly flexible due to both safety and fashion constraints.  Fencers have figured out that this flexibility affords a certain style of manipulating the weapon that was impossible before. Indeed the flickability of a blade is one criterion for buying weapons these days.
In foil fencing the weapon can be “flicked” around the attempted parries of one’s opponent, hitting them around the sides of their torso or even on their back. This limits one’s protection against such an attack to only the defense of distance (running away), and or timing (hitting them first with your own flick) or stop hitting them whilst their arm is bent at the start of the flicking action and hoping the president has read the rule book about the difference between an attack, the preparations of same and the concept of periods of fencing time.
The resulting bout looks like tag played with fishing rods or something akin to a paint gun contest. It is a far cry from the furious, yet technical game of attack, defense and counter offense, that is characteristic of traditional fencing.
Another unsettling trend is the use of the plastic body shield. No withstanding the vital protection these give, they also contribute to a new phenomenon that of point bounce. A perfectly executed attack lands on target yet the hit does not register. The point has bounced off before the point was depressed for the requisite time.  Such a hit would have been awarded in the steam era! Some coaches are even encouraging the use of these plastic garments for precisely this use. Gamesmanship or worse?
.Apparently, all this is an unintended side effect of changing the timing to deter the flick!!!!
Finally, fencing whether sport or traditional is fundamentally about delivering touches to your opponent without receiving touches from your opponent.  This has never changed from the first moment in fencing history until now. 
What has changed is the definition of what counts as a touch and this is not for the good for the sport's participants or spectators.
There, I do feel better now, so I'll toddle off for a pint of bitter beer.
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Monday, May 13, 2013

Korfanty Cup, 2013 - World Cup, Saber.

I got a email about a month or so ago from the IL division of USFA. Apparently they needed volunteers for the Korfanty Cup. What's that? A saber tournament? Why would I do that? I'm an epeeist first, foilist second and I can't afford more gear. So why would I... world cup, you say. 200+ Olympic level fencers, representing 25+ countries, you say... I guess I could... I mean, I'm a little short on funds, otherwise I would... Free parking, free tickets and a T-shirt... I do have friends in Chicago...

<Month later, May 5th, 2013 - Team Events>
I arrived in Chicago the night before my shift. I checked out the venue, figured out where I had to be then spent the night with my friends. The next day I got up early, and headed to the UIC campus. I haven't had coffee (the horror...) and things went worse from there. No one gave the poor girl manning the parking lot the list of free parking... So I had to pay $9. Oh, the humanity! I signed up for weapon control. Apparently they were only doing that for the table of 4. So no armoring for me. My life is completely ruined! And yes, I am being somewhat sarcastic here. 

Then again, I don't have a tester box so I can't properly test lames or masks or cords. So I couldn't do much there anyway. So I ran around for a little while taping down wires and delivering papers. I also got coffee. I don't usually drink coffee. So I delivered more papers. I sprinted some of those papers.

Then I got roped into doing video technician somehow. Granted, I had to watch the feet so I could capture it on camera for replays instead of watching the whole thing... but I probably had a better view then most of the VIPs. No, I DID have a better view. Better than anyone save the referees and the fencers themselves. And since we were operating in pairs, (the bouts weren't going to stop because one of us had to use the bathroom or something) I got to just sit back and watch half the time. The other half? I watched the footwork.

Holy crap, the footwork. Again, I don't do saber. Not because I have anything against it, but because I don't have gear or other saberists in my area. At least no saberists in my knowledge. So a lot of the bladework was lost on me. Not to say there was no bladework. I saw a circular bind and riposte. A clean bind, as in the binder had complete control over the bindee's blade and riposted for a single light. I thought sabers were too flexible for that to work. Huh.

But the footwork. Oh man, the footwork. Changes in direction, changes in speed, changes in tempo... some even did a super fast shuffle with tiny steps moving the fencer slowly while feet ran at a few thousand RPMs. Some amazing counterattacks using what I always called the ballerina hop.

The ballerina hop is what me and some of my friends called the move where I lunged, and if I fell short, hopped forward on my front foot, hoping for a remise. Between leaning forward and lifting my back foot, I did a ballerina impression. These guys... and gals... were using the same movement, except it wasn't a desperate move which only worked because most fencers missing their shot got ready to defend against a counter. They were retreating. Not the panicked, go fast as you can, retreat. But a controlled, steady retreat followed by a sudden change in direction via the ballerina hop. Amazing.

The fencing was amazing, which was to be expected. What else was amazing was the fellow volunteers. A lot of the armorers were the same armorers I've worked with at the St. Louis NAC, and it was great to see the guys again. Then there were the other volunteers who shared my interest and love for fencing. It's a rare thing to just ask "What's your weapon?" Instead of "do you fence?" Although I should mention there were a few who were not fencers. They just wanted to check it out. Well, more the merrier.

After the final bouts, the tear down began. It took us a few hours, but by around midnight, we were done. Then came the after party at the nightclub Primary. I had work the next morning so I just when in and said hello and left.

Overall, I met the US, Korean, and Hungarian Olympic Saber teams. And saw more teams then I can remember. I worked with the armorer for the US Olympic Fencing Team, and many other wonderful people who made this day so much fun. I said, not including this sentence, amazing 4 times, wonderful and fun once each. I may need some synonyms for amazing. And you may need to come see the Korfanty Cup next year. Hope to see you all there.

~Lee

Monday, May 6, 2013

Some silliness at practice.

Well, I don't remember what originally brought up the topic, but I lost $3 today at practice. Let's see what I remember. We were fencing, big surprise, and I heard some thumping noises outside. Curious to see if we had any newcomers, I went outside and found Kelsey on the way in.

Ah, that's right... she had this yellow flower... pin (?) in her hair which I thought was very cute. I said as much, which got us talking about it. I still can't remember what was going through my mind, but I made her a $5 bet. The bet was... well, it was basically she wins $5 if she actually fences with the thing on her mask.

That bet quickly lead to a discussion of how to make this happen, followed by a quick re-negotiation (I only had $3 not $5 in my wallet.) which was concluded by her suiting up, getting on strip and posing for the following pictures.



I had a good laugh, got two nice pictures and lost only $3. I think I got the better out of that deal.