More testosterone after a #3 to Edlin the day before

I stopped by the GNC to collect from Brian the remaining $2 he owes me. He had $1 on him. He owes $1 more. Yeah, I guess it's an installment plan.

Capoeira class is back at Sylmar Park. I was hoping it would stay in a park in North Hollywood where they practiced last week, though I couldn't make it, as it's closer to my house, but the 101 freeway must be nothing but traffic 24/7 as more and more people are flocking to the late Michael Jackson's house in Encino. Therefore, the Sylmar Park is currently the best location in terms of actually making it to class.

Anyway, I walked into class rocking my American flag bandana ... and they were kicking the pads like Muay Thai. WTF? I joined the drill incorporating a shoot-in countered by a sprawl sequence after a meia lua de frente into an armada into a martelo sequence.

Later, Andres was name-dropping that he rolled with Ralph Gracie and was even at a session where Nate and Nick Diaz were brought it. I suggested that we should enter some point system tournaments. He was down. He then thought about entering us in some striking tournaments, assumably wins via knockout. That's fine, I guess. But then he came up with this vision of later entering us into MMA fights. That ain't cool. I have no ground game. But Andres said he'll teach us.

Oh yeah, I was actually feeling it today. I guess yesterday's #3 worked. Nevertheless, everybody else was off, so much that Andres said so and stopped the roda early. Go figure.