Wrestle Mania

I absolutely love wrestling with Troy. There’s something so manly about pitting your strength against another man to see if you have what it takes. And if you lose, then you push yourself to get better. If you want to be the best, then you have to play against the best. And I’m actually a pretty good wrestler. Then again, I ought to be. I’ve been wrestling all my life.

The schools I attended didn’t have wrestling, but even if they did, I’m not sure that my mom would have let me do it. So, I found other ways to get my fix. In elementary school, I wrestled my friend SW. And even though he dropped kicked me into a window sill and fractured my skull, I still got the better of him in the end.

In high school, I wrestled my friend CC every chance I got. And even though he was bigger and stronger than me, I was fast, scrappy, and good at escaping. I never lost. I even wrestled my girlfriend KE, although I admit that I often lost to her, mostly because I was distracted by being smashed in underneath her.

In college, I wrestled my roommate JT. And though he was enthusiastic and had a lot of heart, he couldn’t match my physical superiority or experience. I even grappled with my friend JK in my late thirties. He was vastly stronger than I was, outweighing me by 50 pounds of muscle. But it still came to a draw, because I was faster and harder to pin down.

And now, I wrestle with Troy. Not because I like the obvious size and strength advantage, but because I want to pass along my skills. I want him to test himself against me, so he can learn to be a man and realize that he has what it takes. And he’s good, really good. He could polish up his technique; but he’s strong, he has heart, he’s determined and aggressive, he’s fast, and he’s good at escaping. He seems to enjoy it too. I just love sharing one of my passions with him.