Scott Reed took bronze in nogi and silver in gi... he's a big tough bluebelt with a great guard..
Bruce took silver in nogi experts...
Kambiz, one of our whitebelts, took gold nogi, I think, and silver in gi, getting a killer feet-in-the-air judo throw on his amazed opponent in finals and earning appreciative compliments from refs and crowd alike.
Our brown belt instructor in San Antonio, Josh, brought a passel of kids and every one of them medaled in their divisions.
Jonathan, another whitebelt, took home the gold in his gi division at his first tournament...
And me? Videos are up on facebook, but the short version...
Bottom line-- gold in intermediate nogi (I had one opponent, won on points.) Silver in expert nogi (they didn't have enough girls signed up so I was offered the chance to jump up a level, and I got to fight Kelmy the Killer who wiped the mats with me last year at NAGA... I did better this time, but she got me with an americana in the end..)
And then my gi division was weird-- there was only one other gal blue belt. I had the option of going up to expert, fighting Kelmy and some other advanced chicks, one of whom weighed 190something... or being in the combined teens-and-adult intermediate/blue belt group. I opted for the latter (frankly, Kelmy's americana tweaked my shoulder and for about 40 min I was not even sure I'd fight again.) In my gi division, there were several teens that I felt somewhat guilty for mauling, not that it stopped me ("Ow, you're on my lips" So move your lips out of the way of my choke!)... and then there was finals. Finals was the hitch in my day.
Finals with Kristie, I think, an adult blue belt. And takedowns started so mellow. I was positively stalking her, like the proverbial ocelot. And then she pulled guard into a Shama special armbar, which she didn't have.. my elbow was past her crotch and I was fine working for the pass. In fact, a standing guard pass had worked so well previously that I stood up. Amazingly, she came up with me (whoa! girls are little!) But apparently in the standing up process I slipped deeper into the armbar, and as I realized it, I set her back down, she went belly down or I tipped over or something like that, and I felt the armbar hit, so I said "Tap!" Then I discovered that she was wearing a cup. I swear she was wearing a cup or perhaps she had a really prominent pubic bone, but my verbal tap was inadequate, as she immediately powered into the armbar, popping the crap out of my elbow and causing me to rawr "TAAAAAAP!" like... like... an ocelot.
She later told me all the girls she trains with are triple jointed and she didn't think I really was tapping.
Anyway she's really nice so I'm sure it was an accident. And she said she wasn't wearing a cup either.
Josh was elemental in my success, with great cornering and confidence-building. Mitch did a great job driving me around, putting up with my grumping and stressing, and filming matches patiently. And I feel like I'm back in the saddle again!