TKC Shotocup Report

April 25, 2007

Dear TKC Members,

            I am living in Philadelphia these days, missing our practices and your company, but continuing to train here and making new friends too.  I am writing to share my experience and reflections as a TKC member getting the opportunity to go to the World JKA “Shotocup” tournament for the first time last year.  I started karate with TKC in 1996 as a Sophomore at Tulane, impressed with the quality of the instructors and students I saw there.  I hope you appreciate as I do that you are training in one of the best clubs in the country.  I know that we will see each other from time to time as I visit NOLA or at tournaments, and I am looking forward to those times.

Selection for US Team and TKC Reflections

            In April 2006, a group of karate students stood in a gymnasium in Boston, in the usual post-training fashion, standing in straight lines, attentive postures, eyes ahead, gis thoroughly sweaty.  In actuality, in the crowd was a small group of students from across the country that were invited to and had just then finished an informal tournament.  The tournament was used to select approximately 15 men and women to be the 2006 JKA/ISKF US National Team, which would be sent to Sydney, Australia in four months to compete in the JKA bi-annual world tournament, normally called the “Shotocup.” This event was renamed for JKA’s founder last year in honor of the tournament’s 10^th anniversary, the “JKA Gichin Funakoshi 10th World Cup.” 

            When the names of the US National Team members were called, and I could hardly believe I was one of them.  I dreamed of such a moment back when I was a white belt at TKC, and suddenly it had come true.  That moment was the culmination of ten years of diligent karate practice, lots of tournaments and lots of lessons learned.  It was a quiet yet surreal moment of joy, reflecting on all the years of growing, and all the people who had helped me get there.

            Whatever happened in Sydney, just being selected for the team was the real trophy, the honor of being a representative for my country and for my teachers.  When you train for several years with the same group of people, they become like family.  I do think of Kyriakos as my “karate dad.”  Whenever I got into sloppy or lazy moods, I could count on him to straighten me up.  He knows me extremely well now, and I realized long ago that what sometimes seems like pushing and scolding is actually him showing faith in you and caring enough to help.  We all have Kyriakos to thank for TKC.  He is the heart and soul driving the club, pushing students to improve, but also creating a supportive environment where it is safe to learn.  That is no small task.  If it had not been for Kyriakos, I might never have discovered karate.  I never forget that fact.

When Devin and Dimitri’s names were called for US Team, I was hardly surprised.  That was modus operandi for the dynamic duo.  Devin and Dimitri were always those blurs in my peripheral vision at practice, indicators of what speed I should be moving, how the technique was supposed to look, and constant inspiration for me to train harder.  Devin was actually my very first teacher at TKC, showing me Heian Shodan and how to make a proper fist.  As amazingly talented and accomplished as both Devin and Dimitri are, you will never see inflated egos or useless flashy techniques from them.  That’s because those attitudes are not consistent with karate’s purpose, and certainly not TKC’s style.  Even though I look up to my senpai, I constantly learn a great deal from my kohai too.  Good spirit from every karate student makes a great training.  The large, spirited classes at TKC last summer were important to our preparation for Sydney.

I never had anything but respect for and from my teachers and peers in Southern Region.  On team selection day, I felt like a little karate sister who had finally grown up and could hang out with the big guys.  It was my chance to make my karate family proud.  Getting to go to Sydney wasn’t all that bad either! 

Preparing for and Traveling to Sydney

            Although I had relocated out of state after Hurricane Katrina, I came back to New Orleans in summer 2006 to live and train with my karate family.  Like I said before, this was an honor to represent our teachers, and Devin, Dimitri and I acutely felt that responsibility.  We dreamed of making them proud, but we also feared letting them down, so we really sweated it out that hot summer, trying to work through an overwhelming mix of excitement and anxiety. 

August rolled around too quickly and then Devin, Dimitri and I were headed for Sydney.  We had trained all summer with Kyriakos and one other crucial person I have left out of the story until now, Sensei Mikami.  It is difficult to describe the respect and affection we all have for Sensei Mikami.  Of course Kyriakos, Devin and Dimitri had been with Sensei for many years before I even started karate.  We never stop wondering at his incredible skill.  We all have a sense of deep gratitude for the care he puts into each of us, deftly pushing our limits.  There were many practices this summer and years before where it seemed like our gis were drenched, the air in the dojo getting hotter and thinner each second, and our exhausted limbs felt so impossibly heavy - and then hearing Sensei’s voice and tone – we knew we had to dig down deep inside and find a way to come through, to straighten up and do the techniques better.  We know that none of our accomplishments compare to Sensei’s, and we only hope to follow his example of strength in mind and body. 

So there we were on August 14^th, Devin, Dimitri and I boarding our third plane for the last leg of our journey from San Francisco to Sydney, with Sensei Mikami, our karate idol.  At the risk of sounding a little dorky, getting to spend a little time with Sensei Mikami was clearly a trip highlight for all three of us.  The 13 hour plane ride – not so much.  We got up and stretched every few hours, not only trying to alleviate the crazy swollen ankles and fingers we were getting from the high altitude, but also because stiff muscles could turn into injuries over the next couple of days, which could ruin us at tournament. 

On this particular plane we met up with most of the other US Team Members from all over the country, familiar faces that we had come to know from going to nationals and camps through the years.  Looking at my teammates prompted the reflection that in my early years of competition, these were the people I had viewed as “bitter rivals.”  Back then it was probably fair to say that I was overly competitive, and I only cared about TKC winning medals.  At tournaments I wanted to intimidate and destroy our club rivals.  With each successive level of competition that I ascended, however, I realized that I couldn’t turn rivals into allies overnight, and I inevitably needed strong competitors on my side whenever a team was formed.  So while I continued to compete hard in the ring, outside the ring I started supporting my competitors more.  I realized that if we all improved now, we made a stronger team later.  Looking around the plane to Sydney, I saw karateka who also understood this and had earned each other’s respect.  From what Dimitri and Devin told me, we had a particularly close-knit group this year.  We didn’t just help each other at the tournament, exchanging advice and encouragement, we also built up our friendships throughout the entire trip. 

US Team Training in Sydney

            Once we arrived in Sydney, we had about two days before Eliminations.  On the first day we all planned how to overcome the monstrous jet lag and we all went to the tournament facility to try out the floors.  We were careful to stretch and warm up slowly after the long plane ride (no hernias, please).

We had one team training each day, and instead of lining up we often formed a circle and faced the center.  The circle was helpful to be able to see each other and it gave us a strong team spirit.  Even on the morning of Finals, when only a few of us would actually compete that day, the entire team dressed out and warmed up in a circle.  This helped to normalize the day for our finalist teammates and reinforced the idea that the goal here was not to win or lose but to do our best and to support each other.  Despite all the hubbub and things we wanted to see in Sydney, we all were careful to set aside time to eat well, and also to rest and relax our bodies. 

The Tournament, August 19^th - 20^th, 2006

During Eliminations I received some great advice from one of our team coaches, Sensei Takahasi, who told me, “Don’t worry about winning.  Just show good spirit!”  That timely advice enabled me to relax and fight well I believe.  It was the perfect thing to say to me and I appreciated his skill in not adding pressure to an already overwhelming experience.  I won my first fight, which was in team kumite against the French team.  We beat them 2 to 1, and then went on to fight Australia, where we got beaten 3 to 0. 

In the individuals I lost to an excellent competitor, a tall Japanese girl who ultimately went on to win the gold in women’s individual kumite.  Although I lost, I am proud of the fact that I “showed good spirit” when I fought her.  The Japanese team has a strong history of dominating at Shotocup, and many people were clearly intimidated whenever facing a Japanese competitor.  I did not want to make that mistake at least. 

This year’s Japanese women’s kumite team did one particular combination frequently, and they did it extremely well.  They exploded forward and did two punches, and then instead of reversing their movement to regain a safe distance from their opponent, they just continued forward and passed closely by the side of their opponent’s body.  This made it difficult for an opponent to counter because the distance was cramped.  The two punches were either to face then stomach or to high chest then stomach.  When I stepped into the ring, I just told myself that I had to be ready for that particular technique.  I didn’t think about getting a point as much as just trying to hit her squarely and hard enough so that she would not want to “explode in” afterwards.  She did indeed start keeping her distance after our first collision, and I thought I fought well even though I lost.  It seems I always learn the most from my losses and regrets anyhow, so I have a lot to stew on now! 

After we each finished our events, the team members tried to watch and support anyone still going, but we missed a lot since several events went simultaneously among the six rings.  We did not give too much advice, at most giving each other one concise tip.  Otherwise we just tried to encourage each other.

In an odd coincidence, Devin managed to get the same person in both the team and the individual kumite events, an impressive fighter from Argentina.  Argentina’s kumite team ultimately made it to Finals, in fact. In their first match they tied.  The second match was incredibly close, coming down to a half point that Devin’s opponent scored in the last few seconds.  If he had not, a second later a new overtime match would have started.  It seemed to me that Devin’s opponent was also very good at covering distance, so they both made it difficult to reach each other.  It was just a painfully close match.  Not surprisingly, this opponent of Devin (Justo Gomez) a couple of months later became the world’s kumite champion for ITKF in Canada.

Dimitri got some good fighters also, and did very well, making it to the final eight for individual kumite.  At the end of Eliminations, we had one man and one woman going to individual kumite Finals, and both of the kata teams made the Finals too.  We were all proud to have such a healthy representation of US Team members in Finals, showing that our country definitely has the ability to be strong contenders at that level of competition.

Finals were really fun to watch.  We saw great talent from many countries.  I don’t think anyone will soon forget the women’s kata team from Egypt, with such unique and almost surreal synchonicity.  Dimitri’s last fight in the Finals was incredibly intense, against a young Japanese competitor.  The rest of the US Team watched from the stands and we were all literally on the edge of our seats.  The match was like a game of concentration, with Dimitri and his opponent just moving around the ring and watching each other intently for periods lasting over a minute at a time.  Both Dimitri and his opponent were clearly very wary of each other.  This continued through at least one round of overtime.  This is much like the dynamic you often see at TKC when Devin and Dimitri fight, where two experienced fighters will refrain from flying in and throwing just anything, knowing that their opponent will exploit any hole in the attack, so instead they read each other carefully, watching and waiting for a good opportunity, any moment of inattention or imbalance or a chance to break the opponent’s rhythm.  I know that Dimitri was frustrated that he did not go further, but we were all immensely proud of his performance.    

Seeing Sydney

            We did find time here and there to see some sights and experience a little of Aussie life.  One memorable place we visited was a restaurant called “Phillip’s Foot,” which was not far from the Sydney Opera House landmark.  At Phillip’s Foot we chose lovely cuts of meat and then cooked them ourselves on one of the three large grills in the dining area.  Apparently cold spaghetti is Aussie standard fare, oddly enough.  We saw that at the Phillip’s Foot and a couple of other places.  The restaurant had large wooden tables outside with lovely green trees serving as a canopy.  The whole US Team went together and we had a great time.  We had a mild food fight, throwing bits of bread at anyone who was spacing out (yes, that definitely included me) then blaming it on “the squirrels.”  It was a lot of laughs with a great group of people. 

We definitely tried out some Aussie beers too, especially after Finals.  Devin showed us his skill in counting out Aussie coins despite being thoroughly inebriated.  At that moment a few of us were finding that math unusually challenging.  Of course the purpose of that task was to consolidate our coins… so that we could all buy more beers of course. 

Some of the girls went on a shopping excursion. Dimitri and Devin were less enthused about the shopping activity, if you can imagine that.  We came back with a ridiculous amount of opals, boomerangs and kangaroo everything.  Did you know that they make pouches out of real kangaroo scrotums?  They are supposed to be lucky.  The kangaroos themselves, however, are clearly not so lucky.

See You Soon

            Hopefully it will not be too long before I see the Big Easy and TKC again.  Since I have a captive audience I will abuse you by offering a few nuggets of knowledge, things that I think helped me grow at TKC:  (1) train regularly, even when you are tired or have little colds, (2) listen carefully and remember what you have been corrected on, and (3) be honest in your reflections and humble in your accomplishments, because they are simultaneously a function of your teachers’ contributions, and your awesome TKC.  And when you go to tournaments, don’t ever let yourself be intimidated.  You do truly train in one of the best dojos there is.  Take care and keep kicking butt!

Yours,
Sharon Davidson Brown

(sharonvdavidson@hotmail.com)