CRoweBlog
Welcome to the CRoweBlog
My opportunity to share my thoughts and opinions on all things, Jiu Jitsu related!
Wendy & Justin
Steven Lester
Derek Mosher
Simple Grip
You should train Jiu Jitsu because it's the closest thing to becoming a wizard without a wand. Imagine the thrill of learning to weave invisible spells that turn gravity and leverage into your allies, as if you're casting enchantments with every movement. It's a magical mix of strategy and spontaneity-like solving a puzzle where you are both the key and the lock. And with each roll, you get to discover new realms of calm and confidence, knowing you can handle any dragon (or aggressive hugger) that crosses your path.
Plus, who wouldn't want to master the fine art of turning a simple grip into a world of possibilities?
The Heart of the Gi:
Today, I want to speak about a value that runs deeper than technique, deeper than strength, and even deeper than victory. That value is loyalty—a cornerstone of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.
In Jiu-Jitsu, we don’t just train. We trust. We place our safety in the hands of our partners every time we roll. We tap, not because we’re weak, but because we believe our partner will let go. That trust is sacred—and loyalty is what protects it.
Loyalty means standing by your team, your coach, and your academy—not blindly, but with respect and gratitude. It means showing up, even when it’s hard. It means helping your teammates grow, not just chasing your own progress. Because in Jiu-Jitsu, no one climbs alone.
It’s easy to chase the next big gym, the next flashy belt, or the next win. But loyalty reminds us that character matters more than medals. That the mat is not just a place to fight—but a place to become better people.
Loyalty builds legacy. It creates a culture where white belts feel welcome, where black belts stay humble, and where every roll is a lesson in trust, respect, and honor.
So the next time you tie your belt, remember: it’s not just a rank. It’s a symbol of your journey, your team, and your loyalty to the art.
The Duel
Jiu Jitsu is a dance of tangled limbs and quiet storms, where strength meets strategy in a fluid ballet of human chess. It's the art of turning defense into a graceful puzzle, where the smallest shift can topple the mightiest opponent. Practitioners flow like water, coiling and uncoiling, seeking the perfect moment to turn their foe's force against them. It's a gentle art that whispers of ancient warriors, but with the precision and playfulness of a cat toying with its prey-always in control, but never without respect for the duel itself.
Jiu Jitsu's weird...
They call it “gentle,” what a joke—
You’ll leave the mat half-choked, half-broke.
A hug that turns into a trap?
Congrats, you’ve learned your first arm wrap.
Forget the gym, forget the run,
This is how the weird folks have fun.
You’ll sweat, you’ll slip, you’ll lose your pride—
And still come back, eyes open wide.
It’s therapy, but with more bruises,
And fewer couches, more excuses.
“Just one more roll,” you’ll always say,
Then limp to work the next three days.
But here’s the twist—beneath the grind,
You’ll find some peace, you’ll train your mind.
You’ll learn to breathe when things get tight,
To stay composed mid-fake-fight flight.
It humbles you, then builds you back,
With rear-naked hugs and sneak attacks.
So if you like your fitness rough,
Jiu Jitsu’s weird—but it’s enough.
The Gentle Art...
In halls where warriors test their might,
Where fists may fly and blades may bite,
There lies a path both calm and true—
The art of Jiu-Jitsu, in gi or new.
No need for strikes or thunderous blows,
It flows like water, soft and slow.
A dance of grips, of locks and holds,
Where leverage beats the brave and bold.
The boxer jabs with lightning speed,
The Muay Thai clinch can make you bleed.
Karate kicks with crisp precision,
Each style a blade with sharp incision.
But BJJ, with patient grace,
Will pull you close, then find its place.
A sweep, a choke, a calm control,
It conquers not the flesh—but soul.
The wrestler drives with brute intent,
The judoka throws with shoulders bent.
Yet once they fall to canvas deep,
The jiu-jitsuka does not sleep.
For on the ground, the game begins,
Where quiet minds can craft their wins.
A smaller frame, a thoughtful plan,
Can humble any stronger man.
So is it best? That’s hard to say—
Each art has worth in its own way.
But if you seek a thinking fight,
Where brains and balance both unite,
Then bow your head, and tie your belt,
Step on the mat, and soon you’ll melt—
Into a world where strength is few,
And skill decides what you can do.
