Y'all, this is me almost murdering my good friend George Kennedy, while over-dramatically trying to make a good impression on Sensei Yamada during my ikyu test. Out of kindness, I suppose, Sensei Yamada passed me anyway, and even better, George is still my good friend. It was good to be only 35 years old then, with all that energy, strong legs, arms, and joints, to be able to throw and be thrown for hours, and to be starting that journey from the beginning! It was good and still is!