Today, as you know, was the CO State Tournament for 1st yr wrestlers. Our last tournament of the year. Our last Saturday of racing out the door at 7:30am and driving 40+ mins to sit in a loud, stinky gym of angry adults while we cheer our boys into manhood. With each grapple, a lesson in resilience and drive and determination. A lesson in "no matter how many times you get knocked down, you get up again," and a lesson for me that no matter how loud a parent cheers for their child to push on your child's neck you cannot hit them.
Like an atheist being dragged to church every weekend, I have gradually come to embrace the sport of wrestling, some of the time. When our gentle 9 yr old pinned his opponent at the State Tournament, I liked the sport. When our 5 yr old took 3rd in State, I liked wrestling. When a former State Rookie Champ wrestled our little guy into the ground because he felt the need to wrestle 1st yr wrestlers again even though he was not a first year...I wanted to jump the perimeter and hold the little cheater down on the mat while inquiring his father on the sidelines as to why he is so insecure that he feels he has to put his son on the mat with 1st yr wrestlers in order to dominate--with no regard for the safety of these kids who are not on a level playing field, you fucking Tool!!!
Hmmm...perhaps I need to do my own training. The desire to throw some people around is strong with this one.
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