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The SCA and I

Basically I just lucked out. I was finishing my second to last year of college at San Francisco State College and was moderately heavily involved in science fiction fandom in the bay area. Some friends and I had joined the Elves, Gnomes and Little Men Science Fiction, Marching and Chowder Society and had met lots of different people including a lady by the name of Diana Paxson.

The story as I recall it was that Diana was about to enter the peace corps and got the idea of being the only person in the corps who had held a tournament in their back yard. So one day an announcement showed up in my mailbox at the San Francisco State dorms where I was living at the time. (One showed up in my roommate's mailbox as well, to be fair). We posted the announcement on our cork boards and got a certain amount of minor interest from a couple of others on our floor, gathered together what we vaguely thought would be appropriate costume, and departed for the event across the bay in Berkeley.

So there we were, me (Sir Steven MacEanruig), my roommate, (Count Stefan de Lorraine), a friend of ours from down the hall (Duke Henrik ap Havn) and a couple of others who didn't stick with it. We watched the fighting and I got sort of dragged into it by Henrik and the others with us. Out I went with a square shield, a fencing mask, and some sort of hardwood sword and fought two double kills and then a loss to Paul of York, (Master Edwin Berserk).

Off the field I come, and remember this was in a "small" black yard. I take off the fencing mask. And my friend and ride Felice Rolfe (Felice of Mayhem House) rushes up and asks me if I'm all right. I look at her and say "I never had so much fun in my life before." And I'm hooked.

It's been a lot of years since then. I'm not fighting anymore. I don't even get to many events. But I'm still a member and I guess I'm still hooked.



	The SCA and I Basically I just lucked out. I was finishing my second to last year of college at San Francisco State College and was moderately heavily involved in science fiction fandom in the bay area. Some friends and I had joined the Elves, Gnomes and Little Men Science Fiction, Marching and Chowder Society and had met lots of different people including a lady by the name of Diana Paxson. The story as I recall it was that Diana was about to enter the peace corps and got the idea of being the only person in the corps who had held a tournament in their back yard. So one day an announcement showed up in my mailbox at the San Francisco State dorms where I was living at the time. (One showed up in my roommate's mailbox as well, to be fair). We posted the announcement on our cork boards and got a certain amount of minor interest from a couple of others on our floor, gathered together what we vaguely thought would be appropriate costume, and departed for the event across the bay in Berkeley. So there we were, me (Sir Steven MacEanruig), my roommate, (Count Stefan de Lorraine), a friend of ours from down the hall (Duke Henrik ap Havn) and a couple of others who didn't stick with it. We watched the fighting and I got sort of dragged into it by Henrik and the others with us. Out I went with a square shield, a fencing mask, and some sort of hardwood sword and fought two double kills and then a loss to Paul of York, (Master Edwin Berserk). Off the field I come, and remember this was in a "small" black yard. I take off the fencing mask. And my friend and ride Felice Rolfe (Felice of Mayhem House) rushes up and asks me if I'm all right. I look at her and say "I never had so much fun in my life before." And I'm hooked. It's been a lot of years since then. I'm not fighting anymore. I don't even get to many events. But I'm still a member and I guess I'm still hooked.