Judo Chop and other tales from London! (Part 1 of 3)

Driving from London’s Heathrow International Airport to our hotel, my brother made the first, and quite possibly my favorite observation, of the 2012 Olympics.

“Did you see that sign?” he asked. “That sign just said ‘550 yards to the next exit.’” Without waiting for me to respond, he said: “Yeah, I could make it in two.” Casually referring to his up-and-down golf game (and the length with which he thinks he plays with), my mom and I both shared a laugh, and our trip to the 30th Summer Olympics, along with my adoration for London, had begun.

To someone who has never been to London, or England, for that matter, it is hard to liken it to anything stateside, aside from the weather, which is comparable to that of America’s Emerald City.  Intense and obscure reporting made throughout the week that I was in London, I was able to confirm most of Americans’ thoughts about the English: they do prefer tea to coffee, they do love their pints of ale and, after many (no more than ten) conversations with English folk, I was able to determine that their teeth, are, well, poor; they looked like stalagmites poking out in every direction in an ominous cave.

All jokes aside, the Olympics are unlike any sporting event in the world; they occupy their own category, separate from the rest. The Olympics, though, are one with the host city; the Games are only as successful as the city allows them to be. London, hosting the games for a record third time, gave the world a great venue with which to share a piece of the themselves with the world.

Though my press pass was somehow lost amid the stress and confusion budding before the Games, I still managed to make five events, reporting for, well, no one in particular. The flight from Chicago across the Atlantic Ocean lasted close to eight hours, yet it was the shortest-longest flight I had ever flown (if that makes any sense, which I’m sure doesn’t). Apart from the inconsiderate drone that had his seat reclined the entire flight (even when he went to the bathroom. I mean, come on.), I was looking forward to watching the U.S. basketball team as well as being able to buy a beer or two for myself (the latter plan was quickly thwarted; beer is expensive in England, the average cost of a pint amounting to about eight American dollars). Checking into the hotel just before midnight (that would make it 6 P.M. Central time), finding sleep was difficult, if not something that was out of total consideration. Accompanying my newfound insomnia was the bar in the pull out couch constantly jabbing at my lower back. The struggle to sleep would follow me throughout the week, but it’s not hard waking up after a mere five hours of sleep when you are at the Olympics.

On the first full day of our trip to London, we had originally planned on riding the London Eye, the supersized Ferris wheel in downtown London. That morning, our luck would strike for the first of several times. We were offered tickets to Judo, a Japanese martial art in which the ultimate goal is to get the opponent on to their back. How did we these tickets, as well as U.S. basketball and swimming tickets, you ask? That can be related to my dad’s job: he works as the Director of Olympic Operations for a company with ties to the States and Great Britain (and who had sponsored several athletes for the Games), and one of his tasks during the Olympics was to host athletes, family members of those athletes and clients, which sometimes involved taking them to events. Needless to say, that is how we also got to see U.S. basketball and swimming: athletes, clients, second cousin’s of your great uncle’s wanted to go see events like those, as well as the majority of Track and Field.

If I could describe Judo to someone who had no idea what the sport is, which was myself earlier in the day, I would begin by telling them that hand strength, or strength in one’s hands, is above all else in a Judo fight. Accompanied by Anna, who tried qualifying for Judo but came up short, explained to us the sport in its basic form, then once a basic level of understanding was formed, would point out Judo’s idiosyncrasies, such as the wazari, which occurs when the opponent is flipped onto their back, resulting in a win, as well as the physical and mental exhaustion that occurs following the five minutes of fighting.

We ended up watching about ten matches of Judo, which, in and of itself, is not a very exciting sport. Opponents are constantly trying to grasp on to each other, jostling for position, waiting for an opportunity to present itself so that they can attempt a move. But what made Judo great, as well as other sports that are often only in the public eye every four years, was the atmosphere. Encouraged on by the emcee of the event, I found myself yelling and clapping madly, along with the rest of the venue (mostly foreigners). The energy throughout the stadium, which held at most 10,000 people, was palpable, even if it wasn’t one hundred percent authentic. This is what I would find in all of the events that I would see; oftentimes the lesser, more obscure events were more exciting than the more popular ones.

After a burly French woman crushed a much smaller and overmatched German by sitting on top of her for the last two minutes of the Gold medal bout (another thing that was difficult to understand about the sport: in almost every match, it seemed that new methods of fighting were used and allowed), I left the Excel Centre in genuine exuberance and awe. But rather than relish a truly once-in-a-lifetime moment, my good vibes morphed into anger and stress, as an hour-long, crowded train ride will do that to an impatient American.

Bauern-find: Judo Chop (and other tales from London)! | IUSportCom.


About John Bauernfeind

I'm a junior at Indiana University majoring in Journalism with a specialization in Sports Journalism.
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