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[I:http://anotherpeek.com/wp-content/uploads/AlCase7.jpg] There are three interesting definitions for the word crazy. One definition that is stated is mentally unbalanced. If I knew anybody that was mentally balanced I would have them tell me about this.

Another definition in the dictionary is…immoderately fond of something. I have been immoderately fond of the martial arts since Noah went skinny dipping. Don’t tell anybody, but I actually went to karate class on the night of my wedding!

And the third definition is one of the more interesting…extremely impractical. Try telling that one to the guy who makes out my paychecks! Or, if you want to get a little tearful, just look at our government.

So what the heck does crazy mean? Obviously, we could have a crazy argument concerning this. So let me give you a few samples and hone in on what, beyond all the words, it really is.

Crazy is sitting around talking about dismembering the human body. What normal, well balanced person would ever do that? Why, nobody, especially a guy in a karate class, would..uh, never mind.

Crazy is the motorcycle maniac who practiced the martial arts and who told me the purpose of a single finger strike to the eye is not merely to pop the eyeball but, by inserting the finger correctly, to angle the finger and pop out the eyeball. He said one is then supposed to chase the rolling eyeball across the floor and step on it in full view of the victim. I didn’t bother to ask him how a person without an eyeball could be considered to have a full view of things.

Crazy are the movies where the hero decides to kill himself and delivers a karate strike to his own body and expires. I mean, I understand committing seppuku (stomach cutting), as done by a failed samurai, but hitting yourself? This guy has added a new dimension to getting up on the wrong side of the bed.

My favorite example of crazy, however, is the fellow who came in to observe one of my classes. After class he came up to me and complimented me, but said he knew something that was a better than the karate I taught. I asked him what, and I expected him to pull out some kind of toy pistol…this was a while ago, now they pull out real pistols!

The fellow dropped down to his hands and knees and started barking like a rabid dog. Getting to his feet, the fellow told me that when he did that people thought he was crazy and didn’t mess with him. Now that I think about it, that’s about the sanest thing I ever heard!

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