I Trained with Greg Jackson And Other Greats. by Dave Rodway doc

He’s well known in the martial arts world, especially in MMA circles, because he trained some of the guys who would eventually become MMA stars.. But I didn’t know anything about Jackson

I Trained with Greg Jackson

And Other Greats

by Dave Rodway

copyright 2012 by Dave Rodway

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published by Dave Rodway at Smashwords

Recently, I’ve been reading Fighting Words by Mike Straka I’ve noticed that Greg

Jackson’s name comes up regularly, which isn’t surprising He’s well known in the martial arts world, especially in MMA circles, because he trained some of the guys who would eventually become MMA stars But I didn’t know anything about Jackson or the style he taught until I went to my first class with him in Albuquerque, New Mexico, in

1998 I came from the more traditional Karate style of Goju Ryu, and I hadn’t focused much on grappling or submissions, techniques Jackson was known for As I got into

Fighting Words, I realized pretty quickly that the book would be interesting and exciting,

because of how much people were talking about Jackson What I didn’t expect was how many memories of my own training would pop up for me as I read

I started training in karate in Rockland County, New York, not far from Manhattan and the big lights of the big city I was living in Spring Valley, New York, about a 15-minute drive from the dojo My high school friend, Tom Fitzpatrick, and I were the same age, and we trained karate together Tom’s older brother Kevin, was a karate “outlaw.” Back

in those days if you were known for hurting people intentionally, you were labeled an

“outlaw,” and schools would ask you not to come back You’d have a hard time training, because there weren’t as many schools as there are today, and those schools didn’t want “outlaws.”

Though I was training according to accepted traditions, I was fascinated by Kevin’s

“outlaw” status When I found out he practiced karate, I wanted to learn more about him Tom wasn’t really interested in what Kevin did with karate, but I was My own older brother practiced karate, but he wouldn’t show me anything, or invite me to practice with him I was hoping Kevin would show me what he did with karate, since I couldn’t count

on my own brother to share the “secrets” with me My own brother kept me at arm’s length, forbidding me to touch any of his stuff When I was about ten, before I ever

started training in karate, I remember my brother had issues of Black Belt magazine

lying around near his weights, in the basement I looked longingly at those magazines

My favorite one was from the ‘60s It was a painting of a karateka front-kicking a knife-holding mugger right under the jaw I was fascinated by this image, and I always

thought, “man, if I could only do that ” Once, around that same time, I took my brother’s off-limits gi out of the closet, put it on, and went outside on the lawn and flung myself around like I knew what I was doing When I was done, I put the Gi back in the closet complete with grass stains My brother wanted to kill me, and I don’t blame him

Kevin Fitzpatrick enjoyed toying with me when I got older, even though I wasn’t training yet He knew I wanted an inside look at his “outlaw” world I would go over to Tom’s house and if Kevin was there, he’d laugh and so “ok, let’s spar.” He used hand

techniques and footwork I’d never seen before I was amazed I continued to get beat

up and frustrated by Kevin Eventually he suggested I go to the New City Judo Center in New City, New York It was just a few minutes’ drive from where I lived, so I decided I’d check it out

I don’t remember much about signing up, but I definitely remember the Sensei Sensei Chuck Merriman At the time he was the official bodyguard for the rock band Kiss He was awe-inspiring and he required everyone to train HARD I loved it I had found my place Tom and I joined together, but Tom left early on I stayed Back in those days we trained hard, then we drank beers Amazing We smoked and drank and trained as hard

as we could After close to two years of that, my family life was getting interesting, and I wanted to leave home Unfortunately, I had to take a break from karate But I knew I’d

be back

Some time passed, things settled down, and I started getting my life in order And just

as I’d known it would, my interest in karate popped back up This time I was interested

in learning a different style Tae Kwon Do was becoming more and more popular, so I thought I’d investigate I found a dojo, and the Sensei was Byung Min Kim I enjoyed the new style, I liked being back into martial arts, and I liked the people I met while I was training with Byung Min Kim

I met a great martial artist while I was training Tae Kwon Do, whose name was Yoroslov He invited me to practice privately with just a few other dedicated warriors We trained very hard at his little stone house We trained days, nights, in the rain and in the snow We practiced our strikes on the trees in the back yard Yoroslov was in the process of taking the

life from one of those trees, because he’d been striking it so long The training I did with Yoroslov was the training I loved the most But life presented a different plan and I was forced to take another break from martial arts I’d been working hard trying to build up a career as a drummer, and it was time to move to Manhattan full time to pursue my

drumming career My career took me away from this dojo, but I knew I wouldn’t forget about martial arts

Sometime between 1985 and 1987, I found yet another great teacher and school, within walking distance from my apartment in Manhattan This great teacher was Grandmaster S Henry Cho On the first night of classes I attended, I was asked to spar I started with the lowest-ranking student, and I continued sparring each student, one by one, the ranks

climbing as I went I fought and fought until I was exhausted Finally, one student did a bone-crushing axe kick to my left collar bone Sparring was over for that night I participated

in many tournaments as a member of that dojo, and I won trophies for kata and kumite There was a tournament held at Madison Square Garden’s Felt Forum around 1986 I think

it was the 25th US Open, and I was asked by Grandmaster Cho to be ring timekeeper That was an amazing experience But once again, life intervened, forcing me to temporarily stop

my training

My life took an interesting turn at this time I had just started as a bike messenger in

Manhattan, a job I loved, and held for 3 years But my personal life wasn’t going as well I was “experimenting” with a variety of substances and not feeling too good about myself It was a challenging time I moved from Manhattan and commuted to Brooklyn daily Even though things were changing, my interest in martial arts came up again, and in what is now known as DUMBO, I found a karate school within walking distance from my apartment This was also walking distance from the Atlantic subway stop from Manhattan When I began training there, I smoked, and of course, I often smelled like cigarettes This confused some

of the students, because they couldn’t understand why someone who trained in martial arts would smoke To them, the two didn’t go together I don’t think they go together now, either

One morning before class I was sparring a young Gulf War veteran, when he roundhouse kicked my right eyebrow Blood oozed out For the first time I learned what being a “bleeder” meant I didn’t have stitches, but I could have used them Another time in class we were instructed to pair up, facing each other One partner held the belt of the other, who was in a stance, and pushed forward The partner (the pushee) would try to maintain his balance while being forced backwards, then he’d try to regain his stance again, without losing his

balance While we were working on this stance and balance exercise, I rolled my left

foot/ankle as the pushee Ouch I continued to train, limping and hopping After class I limped home in growing pain I showered, then took the subway to my bike messenger job Once I touched the pedal of the bike with that foot, I knew I wouldn’t work If I had had any sense, I would have gone to a doctor Instead, I went to a musician friend’s place in the East Village and ‘self medicated’ for the weekend, another one of my “experiments.” One hazy weekend wasn’t enough recovery time It would take more than a year just before I was able to walk without a limp I went back to work riding the bike, but stopped karate yet again To this day, when running or practicing kata, my injured ankle reminds me of the old days

Coming back to karate some time later, I found Budo Kai-Kan, run by Grandmaster Rico Guy It was an amazing school and he was an amazing teacher If one got there early enough on Saturday morning, one could watch the “Sword class” One of the Senseis there

—Sensei Nado—was an Corrections Officer on Rikers Island, and came to class after work

In the changing room, as he got out of his uniform, he could be observed placing his off-duty 45 in the lock box and locking it up before class I thought he would never need that thing with way he trained! Training at Budo Kai-Kan was tough, in that dojo, we put on protective gear (including chest protection), and did full-contact sparring as part of our daily class routine I liked that kind of training, and look back on those training sessions with satisfaction The school is still in business, and I’m glad it’s successful

I eventually left Budo Kai-Kan, and martial arts training was put on the back burner It would

be years before I returned to any kind of practice By 1998, I’d moved out of New York and was living in New Mexico During this time, I gave up the “experimental” life I got married and had a baby girl, and even though I was still working on my drumming career, I was also

in the process of becoming a Bernalillo County Deputy Sheriff I had taken the physical and written exams, and had passed the “interview” stage I was waiting for the department to find enough qualified applicants to start the next training class I was still drumming, but that was only a part-time occupation There wasn’t much to do while I was waiting, so I was really interested when people began to mention that I should check out “the guy who

teaches martial arts to all the cops in town.” Apparently this “guy” knew how to handle bad guys without hurting them or facing legal charges I thought I could use this kind of

knowledge, since I know that simply shooting someone doesn’t always work I thought I should investigate

So I went to the Greg Jackson School of Gaidojutsu I didn’t know who he was back then

He had a little storefront dojo near Menaul Boulevard, in Albuquerque When I visited the dojo, Jackson was very relaxed, and asked me many questions about my training I could see by his expression that he was sizing me up, possibly as an amateur It seemed like he thought I was another one of those big-headed “karate guys” who wanted to fight the guys

in his school, who were beginning to create the fighting style of what is now known as MMA

I don’t think Jackson was taking the interview very seriously But he admitted me to the school, and I began to train After a few classes Jackson asked me, and a much larger fellow to “just wrestle” for a few minutes This guy was heavy! I didn’t know how to move him, but I learned not too long after that The classes were amazing

I didn’t know it then, but I was training right next to some very talented guys who are

professional fighters now We newbies were close to the front of the dojo working on

shooting in, or arm bars, while in the back of the dojo there were guys wrestling with one arm tucked in their belts behind their backs Those guys were serious I didn’t know who those guys were at the time, but in the years since we all trained in the same dojo, some of them have become household names in the MMA world A lot of that is thanks to Jackson, who showed students how to control people with takedowns and arm bars, techniques that perhaps most police officers weren’t using, or didn’t know about These were the techniques that helped allow the law-enforcement community to control people without using deadly force, and without opening themselves up to legal liabilities I eventually brought my older brother Bill into the Jackson class, since Bill was also training to join the Sheriff’s

department as a volunteer Jackson referred to us as The Bruise Brothers

I knew Greg Jackson to be a caring, giving, community-minded person More than once, while performing at various music venues in Albuquerque, I saw Greg Jackson and a few of his students walking among the crowds of people I shook his hand and bowed whenever I saw him He once told me that he and some of his students were willing to do volunteer security for the clubs I worked in I thought that was very cool I admired Jackson, and Bill and I trained hard while we were members of Jackson’s school, and we learned a lot But once again, life took me away from training

In 2002 I started working at New Mexico Sports and Wellness as a sales counselor I wasn’t training at this time, but soon enough, I would be At work, I met a quiet personal trainer named Keith Jardine We got to know each other a little bit as colleagues, and I told him about my training with Greg Jackson years earlier, and he just listened Keith was just

beginning his pro career as a fighter He went pro just one year prior to my meeting him I used to see him at the local coffee place, Satellite Coffee When we bumped into each other, he was polite and kind, and we casually chatted about work I didn’t know much about his real passion then Eventually I moved offices, out of the area, and I didn’t see Jardine much after that But I always remembered him, and as MMA grew in popularity and the fights were televised, I began to see his name in matchups, and our conversations The only time I ever bought a pay-per-view fight was when Keith Jardine fought Chuck Liddell I had told my wife that I’d worked in the same circles as Jardine, so I wanted to see him fight, see how far he had come My wife and I watched the Jardine/Liddell fight together, and I enjoyed seeing the quiet guy I had known back in his early days come so far What a

fighter

At this time, I was busy working, and raising my daughter—I was divorced, and was a single dad I had my hands full, but I was working out at the gym as regularly as I could One day, while working out, I heard the familiar sound of a karate class in session Tucked away in the back of this vast gym was a group exercise classroom, and in that room Sensei Dr Charles L Rasmussen was instructing a class full of talented students The martial arts bug bit me again at that moment, and I began training in Jujitsu for the first time Sensei Rasmussen was always approachable and available for his students I enjoyed training with him and his students He made everyone feel welcome, and invited students to his home for meals Sensei Rasmussen was also a gifted musician, and had many other talents I’m grateful for the time I spent training with him

About two years after I began training with Sensei Rasmussen, my life took another turn, and I relocated to California I was still drumming in bands, and had begun giving private drumming lessons to students of all ages Time was passing: I was no longer a young man, my daughter was growing up, and I was focused on my home life But karate was never far from my mind Eventually, I began to look around for another dojo, and I found Goju Karate Center It was very close by, and would mark my return to my original karate roots, Goju-Ryu I train there now, under Sensei Paul Enfield, and his wife Michelle They are great teachers and are adept at presenting challenging training for students of all fitness levels, capabilities, and ages Since I’m no longer a young man, my training had to change, and this approach appeals to me I have plenty of injuries, and though I want to train, I also want to be careful I try not to complain

After all this time, I keep returning to martial arts, because it’s my passion Sensei Paul

says, “no matter what, just keep training,” and I do I will keep training