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I began attending as many classes as I could, each one focusing on different components of the fight game, usually with different instructors. There were a bunch of jiu-jitsu instructors, a judo instructor, boxers, and kickboxers. We always started with warm-ups and then proceeded to the technical aspects of the game, to rolling (ground grappling) or sparring to finish off the hour or two. I loved rolling, which essentially meant practice grappling while trying to submit your partner. We took each other down to work on our wrestling skills. Then, we would go in for the kill with some form of submission, a joint manipulation or choke to make the partner tap or nap. Although we never went hard enough to hurt each other, we would push enough to know that we could have done some damage if we wanted to.

It was an exhilarating feeling, a primitive awakening that could occur in any of us in one way or another. The technical aspects were fun, too, as I was soaking up knowledge like a sponge. It was back to school for me, except this time in a fun way, in the school of hard knocks.