The more I talk about going to wrestling meets the more my partner (the future Mrs. Talislegger, if I can one day convince her) points out the similarities between swim meets. If this is the case then I have another level of respect for her sports dedication. She does that kind of thing it seems weekly over the summer (this not to mention the early morning drive to practice). I am not about that life. To use the modern parlance, “I’m not here for wrestling tournaments.”
Yet here we are.
It is after 11 PM and I’m experimenting with stain removers in my hotel room in hopes of getting blood stains out of my kid’s uniform, so he can wrestle tomorrow. Don’t worry, it is not his blood. However he did lose to the kid who bled all over him. To make matters worse that loss set up a match against a kid he’s wrestled twice this season and beaten never. In football we say it is hard to beat a team three times in a row. In wrestling… we don’t say that. So, ostensibly I am doing all this in order to wait around for most of the day to watch my kid lose.
Again, here we are.
What’s worse is that my kid was cheated in the match and should’ve won. Sadly this means that instead of having 2 wins to get to the championship he has to win 5 more matches just to see 3rd place. Rough trade off. He is a tough kid though, and nobody expected much out of him this season. Still, he’s here and he is learning, and I am spending a lot of time waiting around.