I wrestle. Wrestling is a great sport because it keeps you in shape, it’s a good way to manage your weight and your team basically becomes a family by the end of the season.
Here’s a story about my first win.
I walk out on the mat. I’m nervous. For the first time I get to wrestle against someone my weight and about my skill. This is just a J.V. match, so it doesn’t count for anything, but my friends are still sitting on the side of the mat ready to cheer me on. The ref blows the whistle. I think “Here we go again.” We’re circling eachother watching for a next move. He waits for me to take a shot, and I wait for him to take a shot. Eventually, he decides to take a shot on me. I was ready, I sprawled. I run around him, break him down, and get him on his back. I hear the ref count, “1…2…3…4..5.” I get my back points, but I’m waiting for the ref to hit the mat, meaning that I pinned him. Instead of the ref hitting the mat he blows his whistle. The first period was over. I blew it. I was mad. I had to get him on his back again. I chose to be on top of him in referee’s position. I’m ready. The whistle blows again. As fast as I can I break him down and use my shoulder to push him over. It’s a terrible idea, but somehow it works. After that I put him in a reverse half-nelson, get my toes on the mat and look up. I saw the ceiling, I prayed. To me, a miracle happened. The ref hit the mat. I won!! I stand up, take my anklet off, shake hands with my opponent and the ref raises my hand. It was the greatest feeling I’ve ever felt. I had literally never felt better in my life. All of my hard work at practice had paid off. In my first year of wrestling I had won my first match. Not only did I win, I pinned him.
