Phish Adventure & the Days That Followed Part 2

Part 2

Before me and Jason split up at the Phish show I told him I need to bring Tara’s car in to his shop for a service. He told me Monday or Tuesday morning would be good, I said I would bring it on Monday at 9:00 am but that didn’t happen, I don’t remember why but I called him and said I would be coming in on Tuesday instead. 

I woke up on Tuesday 2 July 2019 prepared and ate my breakfast then headed to Lodi to Jason’s shop with Tara’s car. I got there right around 9:00 am and pulled the car right onto the lift (with Jasons guidance). Jason raised the car and did the oil change and tire rotation while I just walked around the shop and talked with him and John just like hundreds of times before. When the service was finished Jason lowered the car and pulled it out of the shop and parked it in the driveway and we went into the office, Jason printed up a bill for the service and we talked for a little bit about the typical shit we talked about every day specifically the concert from the weekend. A few minutes later a customer pulled in for a wheel alignment. Jason and I  walked outside to the car and before he got in the car to pull it into the shop I said Tara will be back later today and I’ll stop back in tomorrow to take care of the bill. He said whatever dude no rush, we shook hands, I said see you tomorrow. Jason got in the car and pulled onto the lift, I got into Tara’s car and split.

When I left the shop I drove home to drop off Tara’s car at my house and get my car and head to the gym to lift. While I was working out my phone rang (Eye of the Tiger ring tone), I glanced at it and it was Tony, I couldn’t answer but because Tony rarely calls me I called back right away. I figured he was in the area and wanted to stop over. Tony answered the phone and said Abe called him and said Jason had an accident at the shop and got hurt. I stated I just left the shop and everything was okay but Tony seemed really concerned so I decided to go right back to the shop. 

As I was driving back to the shop I figured maybe he hurt his hand trying to loosen a bolt or maybe something fell onto his foot or something stupid along those lines. As I crossed over Harrison Ave and the shop came into my sight horror set in as the entire corner was taped off with yellow police tape, there were a couple Lodi police cars and the Bergen County investigation truck all parked along the road. I quickly parked my car in front of the county truck and jumped out. One of the Lodi police officers was a friend so I called him over and asked what happened. He wouldn’t tell me much except that a car came off the lift and pinned Jason and it wasn’t good. He also told me that they took Jason to Hackensack University Medical Center. I jumped into my car and quickly started to drive to the hospital. As I was driving down Westervelt I decided to call Kevin (Jason’s brother). Kevin answered the phone with 2 words “he’s gone”. I had to pull over at this point. My phone call back to Tony was a difficult call to make. I didn’t want to say the words. 

I still can’t comprehend that about 30 minutes after I left the shop Jason left us. I’m so grateful for the friendship I had with Jason, and that I was with him for a while on that day. Jason was one of the best people there ever was. 

We had a great time at the Phish show and he owes me a Slipknot concert so Im sure he’ll be there with me. 

Like many others I spoke to Jason every day and stopped in the shop at least 1 time a week.  There’s a huge hole that can never be filled.IMG_8997-2

Phish Adventure & the Days that Followed

 On Saturday 29 June 2019 I drove to Camden New Jersey to meet with Jason and Mike for my first Phish concert. I got there very early and if you know me you know I do everything early. I drove around a little to try and find parking for less than $40; bad idea, I finally parked and paid $30 about six blocks from the venue. If you’re familiar with Camden you know I should’ve just paid the $40 across the street from the amphitheater. Although it was extremely early I figured why don’t I just walk to the river and chill while I wait for Jason and Mike to come over on the ferry from Philly. 

About two blocks into my walk it started to rain a little, knowing the previous nights storm I figured it was a good idea to go to the overhang at the building I was walking past and see how the rain would turn out. Within a few minutes of me taking cover the sky opened up in the wind kicked in and I was trapped at the front door of the Camden charter high school. The rain and wind was so intense I could barely see the building across the street maybe 50 yards from where I was standing. I called Jason from my shelter to see if him and Mike were on the ferry yet, luckily they were not; they were planning on coming over a little bit later. 

After about 10 minutes or so there was a break in the storm, I figured this was my best chance to get back to my car so I made a break for it. When I got back to my car it was completely surrounded by water so I had to get into my car without getting my feet completely soaked since I only had the sneakers and socks I was wearing, luckily I managed to pull it off. When I finally got back into my car I figure it’s probably a good idea to move it to a different section of the parking lot where maybe its a little bit higher and dry, and not currently flooded.

My logic was if it wasn’t flooded at this point it most likely wouldn’t flood if the rain started up again. So I moved my car to a different location and just hung out for about a half hour until the rain finally stopped for good. 

It was at this point where I decided I would walk back to the venue and find a bite to eat before meeting up with Jason and Mike at the ferry. As I got closer to the venue there was a food cart with a dude selling hot dogs which I don’t eat, but he also had pretzels so I grabbed a pretzel and for three dollars I got the biggest pretzel I ever saw my life and it was pretty damn good. As I was eating my pretzel I walked down towards the water to check out the battleship New Jersey which is docked next to the concert venue in Camden.  I also just looked across the river into Philly where the submarine USS Bacuna is berthed at Penn’s Landing right next to a Ship from WW1 and is part of the Independence Seaport Museum. A few years back we filmed a short on the sub so this brought back some pretty cool memories for me. 

A short while later the ferry was docking so I walked over to meet with Jason and Mike. When we finally got inside Jason and Mike wanted to stop at the beer stand. While we were waiting they bumped into a friend who said she had a great spot on the lawn with other friends so we all headed in.

Shortly after the concert started I could no longer stand in the middle of that crowd so I let Jay know I was running to the bathroom to take a leak and I would not be coming back to the spot. (I don’t fair to well in the middle of crowds like that). He said he would take the walk and hang out with me and just head back to the group later. We finally settled into a spot at the top of the lawn area that was open and had a great view of the stage (this was much more enjoyable for me). 

After the first set I decided to go for a walk and told Jay I would be leaving early and not staying for the entire second set so at that point we separated, Jason went back down by Mike and their group of friends and I just walked around a little bit and eventually split. 

In between Phish sets down by the river there was a fireworks show which was really cool. I tried to get some photos but didn’t have a clear view so the pics sucked.

My first Phish show was very enjoyable, I had a great time and me and Jason made a deal that since I’m not a big Phish fan but went to the show with him that he (not being a Slipknot fan) would come to see Slipknot with me. By the way I can now call myself a Phish fan. 

To be continued………….

 

From the show we went to

Day by Day

Life is simple, do a little better today than you did yesterday, and be a little better tomorrow then you are today and so on. Be the best, most authentic version of who you are. So many complicate this and worse yet spend far too much time worrying about others. You are (or at least should be) in competition with no-one but yourself. Don’t waste energy on other peoples success or failure in comparison to your own. Congratulate others on their success and reach out a helping hand of consolation on the failure.

Plain and simple.

Be a good person.

That is all 🙂

But What Do I Know

Just a couple things on my mind.

  1. When training in Brazilian jiu jitsu (most any martial art I guess) during the drilling part of the class let your partner perform the move you are learning. If you apply immediate resistance neither you nor you partner will learn anything. You are in the process of learning a new move and if you don’t fully know how to perform the move yet how can you possibly do this with resistance? You can’t.. Be a good partner and everyone involved learns, and you instructor will be much happier.
  2. You get what you give. This applies to everything from training to every day life. Every wonder why you have so many issues with people? You want this to change? Start with yourself. Generally speaking people are good, however there are some real jackasses out there..
  3. Everyone should learn jiu jitsu, ESPECIALLY WOMEN..
  4. New beginnings; I start Judo on Monday… (story to follow)

You get what you put in and people get what they deserve…

The Path

When I took my first jiu jitsu class in 2002 I never imagined the path I would eventually follow. At the time I was already well into my martial arts lifestyle and jiu jitsu was just another tool to compliment my overall skill set. Jiu jitsu started off as a once per week class (Saturday) with one day of review during the week to go over what we learned and prepare for the next weeks class. Little by little my personal martial arts curriculum started a shift, Muay Thai and the self-defense art that were once priority slowly moved into the back seat and jiu jitsu jumped behind the wheel. 

Due to a lack of resources I started teaching jiu jitsu very early into my jiu jitsu training which forced me to really break down the technique and understand every little detail so I could explain how and why the technique worked and was effective. I was already teaching a self-defense art at the time and I believe this helped me with understanding and breaking down technique but, with jiu jitsu I took it to a whole new level. I’ve always felt that I was good at teaching and I’ve always received very positive feedback on my classes, however I feel jiu jitsu help me raise the bar on my own skills and ability to pass them to others.

Early on I used to talk about traveling to train at some of the academies run by Brazilian black belts and some of the better known competitors and instructors. At one point I was really into flow drills, I used to put together simple 2 step drills up to very complex drills with as many as 10 steps or more. I would teach these drills in steps which caused the student to learn the individual technique and the transitions between which helps them with the overall understanding and helps the student move seamlessly between technique without pause. At the time I was doing this I had this dream about traveling and teaching seminars based on flow drills, in my mind it was a great idea that couldn’t fail, but also in my mind was I’m a blue belt and who gives a shit what I think so I just kept doing my thing and let the seminar idea go.

In 2015 I heard about a book called The Cauliflower Chronicles about a dude who went to train in Hawaii, it sounded pretty interesting so I went on Amazon to buy the book. In true Amazon fashion when I put the book into my cart they showed my some other books I may be interested in based on my selection. One of the suggestions was a book called The BJJ Globetrotter, it looked pretty cool so I let Amazon get the best of me and bought both books. Jokes on you Amazon, The BJJ Globetrotter ended up have a major impact on my life and opened doors I never dreamed of.  After reading the book I looked up the author Christian Graugart on Facebook and sent him a friend request and joined his Globetrotters Facebook group, I also found the Globetrotters website and joined the community. 

Through this research on the Globetrotters I found that Christian was running jiu jitsu camps. The camps were mostly in Europe but there was a U.S. camp in New Hampshire coming up in September of 2016. I was talking with Tara about this and she noticed the excitement I showed while talking about this whole community Christian was building. Now anyone who knows me can tell you I’m pretty much on the same level no matter the circumstance, I don’t really show excitement.  Tara seeing this bought me a ticket to the BJJ Globetrotters camp New Hampshire 2016. 

I was a brown belt at the time Tara bought me the ticket to the camp, in April 2016 that changed, I earned my black belt and went to my first camp as a Brazilian jiu jitsu black belt. I drove up to the camp stopping along the way to pick up one of the instructors Trenton Cooke at the airport. Talking with Trenton on the ride I learned we had common training partner in our jiu jitsu journeys which was pretty cool. So my very first camp class I was Trenton’s assistant which helped me interact with a large number of students immediately. 

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After this camp I felt totally reborn, I emailed Christian and expressed interest in becoming one of his camp instructors and while it didn’t happen by the next U.S. camp at that camp Christian invited my on as an instructor.  The first camp I taught at was in Heidelberg Germany in August 2017. I had never traveled out of the states before and now I was traveling out of the country for the first time in my life and teaching jiu jitsu at a camp with 150+ students from all over the globe. I had this fear that no one would be in my class because well, let’s face it; who the fuck is Rich Sab? Well, the class was 100+ students and other camp instructors and the feedback was awesome.

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I have now been to 6 Globetrotters camps, taught at 4 camps (2 in Maine, 1 each in Germany, Iceland, and St. Barthelemy) and I will be teaching in Maine again this year and just confirmed that I will be going back to teach in Heidelberg Germany this summer. 

So the question is: Where has the jiu jitsu path taken me?

And the answer is: Everywhere…….

Peace

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Bio-Logic 2

So when I received the Ancestry DNA test results in addition to biological nationality they also showed a large number of biological relatives; there were 2 at the top of the list of interest to me. Both were from opposite side of the parental DNA and indicated possibly 2 sisters, a short while later a third hit popped up also indicated close family. Since I had the adoption info I immediately knew who 2 of the matches were, the third I wasn’t quite sure; I am know. 

So it turns out I have 3 biological sisters and 2 biological brothers oh yeah and theres also twins I’m not sure of anything about them, (5 sibling on bio-father side, 2 on bio-mother side).  I started talking with my sister and aunt on my biological mothers side and we hit it off from the start. Tara took a ride with me out to Long Island to meet them for dinner one Sunday, I wasn’t sure what to expect and while I wasn’t nervous there was a weird feeling about it. Within seconds of walking through Michelle’s front door I felt 100% comfortable, like I’ve know her my entire life, there was never a second of awkwardness, it felt like home.

When we left that night to drive home I started to feel a little resentment, kinda like I was robbed of 47 years of having a relationship with Michelle. Tara who always has the right perspective talked me down, she said now that we have finally found each other I should embrace this and I should look to the future of our relationship and she’s 100% right. Since that initial meeting we talk often and Im looking forward to good times to come. 

Also since the initial meeting I have had contact with the 3rd close family DNA hit on Ancestry. This contact would be a bio-logical sister on my bio-farther side, and we have been talking a bit lately. She has another sister and had a brother (who passed a few years back) with my bio-father. He also has twins from a different marriage who I know nothing about. 

A lot of info has come in a short time and it can be a bit overwhelming but, I’m really happy to be finding all this info and talking with bio-logical siblings I never knew of. Being adopted has always left me with lots of questions, I now have some answers. 

Most likely To Be Continued……..

Here’s a picture of a strawberry for no particular reason 🙂

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Jiu jitsu in St Barthélemy 3

Now back to the part about eating horrible for the entire trip. Let’s get this straight, for most people I ate really well but, by my standard it was a disaster. Every morning we had bread (French, and Italian) delivered from a local bakery and it was awesome, best Italian bread I’ve had in a bit and I ate a lot. Breakfast and lunch for 8 days straight consisted of peanut butter and banana on Italian bread. 

For dinner each night we went to some local restaurants and because I eat a plant-based diet most of my dinners turned out to be pasta with mixed vegetables. 1 night we had burgers delivered so I had a veg burger with fries and we got pizza twice. I can honestly say that I ate more bread and pasta in 9 days than the past 6 months combined and I have to admit I really enjoyed it. Did I mention I lost 3.2 pounds over the course of this trip? Oh and the pizza was awesome, I expected the worst and it turned out to be some of the best.

So on the last day of the camp we had a boat trip during the day and the camp beach party at night. For the boat trip we had 3 catamarans and we sailed to a remote cove dropped anchor and just had a blast. Between diving from the boats and swimming boat to boat and boat to shore not to mention the sun beating down this adventure wiped me out. Swimming truly is one of the greatest forms of exercise available and I need to figure a way to work swimming into my workout program. 

The end of camp beach party was a cool relaxing way to put and end to a great week of jiu jitsu and fun. We had entertainment while we ate and just chilled on the beach. After the beach I headed back to the hostel with a bunch of others while the rest of the camp participants went to a local club. 

 

Generally speaking the island of St Barthelemy is a beautiful place with perfect weather, the most beautiful beaches and the water is simply amazing. The jiu jitsu is quality, the people were friendly and I can’t wait to go back…

Peace

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Jiu jitsu in St Barthélemy 2

I’m going to jump back a little here to try to get a little more detail of this amazing trip. Christian (the creator of BJJ Globetrotters) and Katla picked up a group of us from the ferry, from there we drove to the hostel where we all stayed for the camp. The facility was built by the local government to host athletes visiting the island and is quite impressive. The way the facility is set up there are a number of “cabins” with dorm rooms and bathrooms in each. I stayed in cabin 1 dorm 1 which was a small room with 2 bunk beds and 2 closets for 4 of us to share. I’m not sure how the other dorms were set up (there were different options available) and we had to share a common bathroom which had 2 sinks 1 toilet and 2 showers in a common stall. Now anyone who knows me or has read my blog from the beginning knows as recent as 3 or 4 years ago there was no way I could’ve survived this setup, boy have I come a long way. There was also a common kitchen and an area with tables where we spent time eating, playing games, and just hanging out and also common bathrooms.

The gym where we trained we at was next door to the hostel. This was a big steel building divided in half. One half of the building is operated by the local BJJ and Judo club, the other half is a tae kwon do academy. During the camp the local club still held some of their regular classes. I was able to be involved with assisting during one of the kids classes which was a lot of fun; 2 of the camp instructors and myself played some jiu jitsu games and rolled with the kids. It was pretty impressive to see how well they behave and how receptive they were to 3 instructors who were not only strangers to them but also speak a different language (they speak French). 

Each day of the camp there were 3 or 4 classes and 1 open mat. The classes covered a lot of different areas of jiu jitsu in both gi and no-gi format. The initial open mat of the week was an outdoor open roll on the top of a cliff overlooking the ocean, this experience is hard to describe with words so I’ll just attach a couple of pics.

Much like every other camp I’ve attended I met some pretty amazing people, people with a common interest and a common goal; jiu jitsu. Ego free, no politics jiu jitsu. An environment where everyone has the common goal of learning jiu jitsu and having fun in the process. Through the BJJ Globetrotters I’ve made some really great friends; people who I look forward to seeing when the next event comes along.  

To be Continued…….

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Jiu Jitsu in St Barthélemy – 1

Question – What’s better than a vacation in the French West Indies? 

Answer – A jiu jitsu vacation in the French West Indies. 

So this was the 6th BJJ camp I’ve been to and although I love them all for different reasons this one I believe to be my favorite to date. More on the reason for this thought later. 

The trip started with a flight to St. Maarten. After getting through customs I jumped into a cab to Philipsburg so I could catch a ferry to St. Barthélemy. When I got there I had a couple of hours to walk around town and grab some lunch. The biggest thing I noticed in Philipsburg is that they have yet to recover from hurricane Irma. The city seemed pretty run down and although there is rebuilding in progress it seems some areas are forgotten and it’s going to take quite some time. I did sit in a small bar/restaurant for lunch (I don’t remember the name but the wifi code is buybeer). The place is what I pictured as a stereotypical Caribbean bar and while I don’t drink I was hungry and the place looked really cool so I felt compelled to get lunch there. My lunch; an awesome vegetable wrap and fries.

Did I mention I ate like shit for the past 9 days? 

*Side note – left Saddle Brook 10 Feb 174.8 pounds, this morning 19 Feb 171.6.. Scratches head…..

Ok, the ferry from St Maarten to St. Barthélemy, where do I start? Do not, and I mean do not under any circumstances sit outside in the last row on the left side of the boat unless you dig the smell of diesel fuel and like being soaked with salt water, by the time we docked it looked like I swam there however, I was in St. Barthélemy and about to begin a week of surfing, jiu jitsu, and all around fun with a group of awesome people.

Now I need to address what’s makes this camp so special,  besides the prefect weather and island life of course. Most of the camps I’ve attended have anywhere from 100 to 200 participants so training partners of all size and skill levels are readily available however, it’s hard to meet everyone and people tend to group off. This camp has about 35 to 40 people in attendance so it was easy to meet everyone and actually get to know them. We ate dinner together ever night, went to the beaches together, trained together and just had a great time hanging out and playing games, one night after dinner I witnessed one of the most intense games of pick up sticks ever played. 

Cliff Hanger…..

To be continued……..

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Bio-Logic

A while back I started writing my story. It started off with the fact that I was adopted from birth and although I grew up in a 100% Italian family I did not know my biological back ground. Before I could finish the story Tara told me she had a gift for me and would be giving it to me later that night. What was the gift you may be asking; an Ancestry DNA kit. At first I wasn’t sure if I would even use it and I let it sit there for a while before I made the decision to spit in the vile.

Now just to take you back a little bit, my family somehow had a connection with the family of the woman who gave birth to me. Also my mother had all the papers from the adoption and gave them to me before she died so I had all the information on the adoption. A while before Tara bought me the DNA kit I did a quick google search and within 5 minutes I knew quite a bit about my biological mother and her immediate family. 

Just to makes this clear I had the best mom I could have ever asked for and wouldn’t have changed that for anything. My father died when I was very young and after that we struggled a bit. My mom worked extremely hard to make sure me and my sister had everything we needed, she sacrificed her time and happiness for us. Im sure she would’ve loved to go out with friends and possibly meet someone but she didn’t because we became her top priority. For this I am extremely grateful but also feeling a little guilt because she deserved to be happy and Im not really sure she was. 

Getting back to the DNA test I really don’t care much about the nationality part of the test. I was born Bayshore NY, grew up in Lodi NJ, and I carry an American passport; I am 100% American plain and simple. I did’t think I would care about biological family, turns out I was wrong about that. 

 

To be continued…….