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athletic   opponents   left   and   right,   and   he   clearly   had   amazing   ski ll.   Wha t   I
                didn’t know is that he was one of the  most respect ed teachers in  the  world.  The

                stadium  was  loaded  with  his  students.  I  heard  chan ting  and  knew   it  wasn’t  for
                me.
                    Round  one.  Our  wrists  connected      and   before  the   fi  st  point   began   he   was
                working  on  me,  taking  space  in  that   strange    internal   way  some  of  the se  rare

                ones  can.  The  ref  said  “Go!”  I  attacked   fast,  met  empt y  space,   and  fl  w  int o  it.
                Down 1–0. This guy had the stuff, the  magic if ther e were magic in  the  martial
                arts. Next point I bounced off him. Powerful  root. I coul dn’t attack  hi m. I tried
                a  lateral  technique  and  won  a  point .  He  blasted  me  once   and  the n  pul led  me

                into   a   black   hole.   I   was   down   4–1.   I   tend   to   feel   pr etty   inv inci bl e   in   Fi xed
                Step, b ut this man understood things  about  Tai Chi  I had  no t yet di scovered.
                    The  rounds  in  Fixed  Step  are  thirty  seconds   stop  time  (the  clock  is  stoppe d
                after   each   point).   This   is   enough   time   for   15–20   fast   exchanges .   Not   muc h

                time  to  figure  things  out.   I  sank  deep   on   an   attack   and   actual ly  moved   hi m
                backward.    My   point,   but   a   referee   came   over   and   said   that    the   po int    didn’t
                count  because  my  opponent’s  initial  struct ur e  was  illegal .  Strange  logi c.  The n  I
                scored another point that they waved off. I  hear d m y team and po p go ing c razy.

                    I  had  been  to  this  tournament  twice  bef ore  and  bo th  times  was  sho cke d  by
                the   mendacity    of   the   judges.   Thi s   time   the   pat tern   was   familiar   to   me.
                Basically,   this   is   how   it   works:   Ther e   is   grand   ceremony    welcoming   the
                foreigners,  but  they  don’t  want  us   to  win.  The  way  they   tend  to  steer  resul ts  is

                by  making  some  horrific  calls  early  in  the  match  to  get  the  moment um   go ing
                in  the  direction  of  the  local  player.  Usual ly  when   a  foreign  compet itor  starts  to
                feel that the match is rigged he gets increasingl y desper ate and  over-aggr essive.
                Instead  of  competing  with  presence  he  becomes  overwrought   and  caught   up  in

                a  downward  spiral.  His  game  falls  apar t.  Then ,  once  the  Taiwanese  pl ayer  is  in
                control   of   the   match,   the   judging   becomes   exceedingl y   fair.   In   fact,   the y
                become overly kind to create the illus ion o f fairnes s.
                    I knew all of this coming in.  The key  was to keep  on  winni ng  po int s,  and  to

                immediately come back from a bad  call with  a huge  surge.  Don’t ge t rattled!  If
                I  controlled  the  momentum  of  the  gam e,  it  woul d  be  har d  for  judge s  to  take
                matches  away.  That  was  the  plan.  To  be  ho nes t,  I  also  felt  a  lot  of  love  for  my
                opponent    in   this   match.   The   whole   stadium    was   against   me,   except    for   our

                U.S.  contingent  of  ten.  I  didn’t  blame  the  Taiwanese  for  wanting  the ir  man  to
                win.
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