Gracie Humaita Austin has had a visiting instructor for the past few weeks. His name is Andris Brunovskis, and he is one of the best brown belts in the world. Here’s a quick sampling of what he has to offer.
Or there’s this one:
Or this match with one of the other best brown belts in the world:
Although you can’t tell from the videos above, his game isn’t as flashy as all that. Andris is also one of the best brown belts with whom I’ve ever trained.1 I am not one to take either loss or spankings lightly; and by god, I’m not even sure when it last was that I was so effortlessly beaten (while wearing a gi). Stranger still is to watch my friends – who are good at jiu-jitsu – get just-as-effortlessly beaten.
(For those of you who refuse to click the link above:
Forrest Gump: Lieutenant Dan, Coleman’s dead!
Lieutenant Dan: I know he’s dead! My whole goddamn platoon is wiped out!)
Sorry I haven’t updated in a while. I’ve been super busy lately since I picked up a second job – moving furniture, of all things. I move rich people’s furniture. It is one of the weirdest jobs I’ve ever had in my entire life. And of course, I’ve still been pretty goddamn butthurt about losing in the first round of the Pan Ams.2
And I’ve had the conversation below with a lot of people:
“Yo-you’re still Justin.”
I used to wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and, as I was brushing my teeth, wonder why my reflection was still standing there, looking at me funny – like why the hell is that bastard still here? But I think I’m snapping out of it now. Tuesday’s hard training was a good one. I think I’m back, or at least am on the path to being back.
1. I just couldn’t end the sentence with ‘with.’
2. Admittedly a little crass.