Must have been all the beer.
And the lack of intent. I think the instructor's name was Dan Harden. He was kind of hard to miss, I know. Sort of lackluster, didn't own the room or everyone there, was really a push over kind of guy.
Yes, that was the guy - absolute push over, mild mannered wimp that could not punch his way out of an empty wine box...
(you do know of course that the next time we see him he is going to kick our butts from there to the moon