Sunday, July 30, 2006

Tales from the Academy. volume 1

Ole!

In order to pass the self-defense portion of our training, one of the tests recruit officers have to endure in the academy is called the fist suit. A fist suit, also known as a redman suit, is a set of full-body protective gear that keeps one's sparring partner from getting injured. Basically, after weeks of training us, our self defense instructors put on the fist suit and fought each recuit officer for three minutes to see what we'd learned.

No more wire hangers EVER!

All I can say is that the suits provide for a much fuller range of motion than one would first suspect. That, mixed with the fact that our instructors are some of the best fighters in the entire department, we pretty much got the skubalon beaten out of us for three minutes.

Get him a body bag, YEAH!

The point of this training experience was to test our proficiancy with a baton. While the instructors had head-to-toe body armor, we had a mouth piece, a cup, and a foam baton that achieves roughly the same effect in a fight as a soggy churro. Now, you may be wondering, if the instructors have full body protection, why were we armed only with foam batons? I wondered the same thing.

Head-to-fist stylee

It's okay, I blocked his punch with my head.

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12 Comments:

Blogger Dan said...

LOL... I'm sorry Pec. Good story. I especially appreciate the gentleman checking his watch while you get clocked. (hmmm...13 seconds not bad Johnson.)

Sunday, July 30, 2006 10:33:00 PM  
Blogger Fred Butler said...

Man, just be thankful the anti-war anarchist peace protesters down near UCLA don't wear those body suits, you guys would have no chance rounding them up.

Fred

Monday, July 31, 2006 7:22:00 AM  
Blogger Theteak said...

That is exactly the same suit I wear to work each day.

Monday, July 31, 2006 7:37:00 AM  
Blogger Daniel said...

Wife: How was your day?
Officer: Great, I got to wear armor and beat the stuffing out of all the new recruits!
Wife: What a coincidence - I made stuffing to go with turkey for supper this evening.

Monday, July 31, 2006 8:53:00 AM  
Blogger BlogPirate said...

Avast! What an amazing coincidence, during my first voyage as a captain on the high seas my mutinous crew left me stranded on an island with nothing but a mouth piece, a cup, and a soggy churro. Leaving me with these items was their grave mistake. You would be surprised with what you can accomplish with a cup and a churro, without them I would never have gotten off of that island. To this day my pirate flag is not adorned with the common skull and crossbones-- instead my emblem bears the image of the cup and churro I used to make my escape.

Monday, July 31, 2006 12:31:00 PM  
Blogger petunia said...

Pec, i can't believe such a baby-face (sorry!) can look so vicious. You stand in front of the mirror and practice those faces, right!? There is no way . . .all i can say is look out criminals! My goodness, you are scarier than the dudes with the tatoos.

Monday, July 31, 2006 6:59:00 PM  
Blogger petunia said...

sorry to add another, but i don't know how to attach to prior post. Pec, those "fist" & "redman" suits - are these what police use when they train their police dogs? just wondering.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006 7:12:00 PM  
Blogger Chris Freeland said...

Pec,

You're now on my bad list by proxy. I got a ticket yesterday from the Dallas equivalent of Barney Fife. He gave me a ticket for an expired registration even though my registration wasn't expired, I just hadn't put the new sticker on yet.

The judge at the courthouse explained that if my registration _had_ been expired he would have been able to waive the fine, but since it wasn't, he had to take my money. To fight it would have cost more than the fine.

So the way I see it, some policeman somewhere owes me $100. You know my address; a personal check will be fine.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006 11:54:00 AM  
Blogger centuri0n said...

The only thing I want to know is this: was that the girl instructor blocking your head-butt with her fist?

That's beautiful. "Look mom: they taught us how to kick perp @$$ today at police school. Watch me school Jed with my foam baton ... "

Thursday, August 03, 2006 4:49:00 AM  
Blogger centuri0n said...

You really are the only one who makes me laugh like this, P-Dog. I missed your blog.

Thursday, August 03, 2006 4:51:00 AM  
Blogger Jonathan Moorhead said...

Is that the flying eagle technique in picture three?

Thursday, August 03, 2006 10:08:00 AM  
Blogger SolaMeanie said...

You should have told him that you watched back episodes of "Xena, Warrior Princess" before class, followed by your brandishing of two sais.

Oops. Scrap that idea. Probably illegal under California law. Even rubber ones. (smile)

Seriously, due to my radio background I got to be friends with many police officers over the years. One of my neighbors is a local sheriff's deputy (and he loves John MacArthur's material BTW) and he has shared with me how rigorous the training regimen can be. I certainly couldn't handle it.

Friday, August 04, 2006 11:12:00 AM  

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