You just reminded me of years ago when I met my husband in a college fencing class. Hubbie is about 6'5" and built like a linebacker, so he was constantly losing points in matches for unsportsmanlike play. He was *trying* to fight the way you are supposed to, but he kept knocking the foil out of his opponent's hand.

The best part of that class was that it was held in the same room that had the rope climbing rigs, so whenever the teacher left the room a bunch of us would run back there and play Errol Flynn.