Fencing

A new activity has consumed BOX's attention over the course of the past few weeks. The University of Michigan has a fencing club that is significantly large (I was unaware of the sport's popularity amongst students apparently). 3 roommates have gone to the practices, and 1 has shown particular interest in the team's one remaining traveling position. The hilarity really comes into view watching the 3 of them limp home after the 2 hour strength and conditioning sessions. 3 men who haven't worked out in literally years were exposed to wall sits, manual squats and other aerobics that their bodies simply are not accustomed to. While sitting on our couch's of shame and hepatitis, I enjoy watching grimacing faces walk through the door. The Danimal's motivation has clearly wained however, and I would not be surprised if we ceased to see him attending many more of the practices. While I personally have little knowledge as to scoring and technique of the sport, the notion of swinging a big saber (note: funny possible dick reference) and pouncing about makes me giggle especially knowing what these men do in their off time. In short, BOX will be competing for the remaining traveling position on the fencing team. Certainly for our followers outside of Ann Arbor, you will all be kept in touch as to whether we get any of our terrible gentlemen on the team.