Friday, February 19, 2010

Men in tight(spandexjumpsuit)s......



Actually, they were young wrestlers in stretchy singlets, fighting for all they are worth to make it to a State Championship.

My nephew is captain of this team. He's gone undeafeated this, his senior year.

My daughter and I were the slack jawed spectators seated in the second row watching, with horror, our first ever wrestling match (her sweetheart was with us, he used to wrestle so this was nothing new to him).

The intensity and the noise took me by surprise. The animated coaches made me giggle and point. 

When it came time for my nephew to compete, I'd gotten over the shock of seeing heads and necks being bent and twisted to odd and very dangerous looking angles. I was beginning to not wince at seeing unnatural bulging of quadriceps and every other muscle group located in the human body.

 I was totally and completely into the Dance.

I watched as my nephew got into the zone...he paced back and forth and shook his body, right then left, then paced some more. Finally he bent his neck to one side and then the other, bent at his knees, went up and down and down and up and this fine tuned machine was ready for attack mode.

With his ears covered and a colored band on his ankle he stepped forward, he crouched down low and rocked forward to shake his unlucky opponent's hand.

The striped official blew his whistle and the "B Man" went for the juggler.

One two three....slam bam thank you mam.

Poetry in motion.

A total squash.

B-Man, you impressed the holy hell outta your old Aunt Beth.... I coulda (shoulda and woulda) been your biggest fan.

Maybe you heard me yelling and cheering for you?

I love you Brett and you truly are The Man.

Look at that cocky head tilt....we shoulda seen it coming.






4 comments:

  1. ld aka B-man's momFebruary 19, 2010 at 8:26 AM

    Awwwww!!!! I am glad your recognized the dance. Or the party, as one of our coaches refers to it. (He is the one who does the countdown to the season starting in June.) I cannot tell you how loved I felt that you got up the nerve to attend. It is a scary thing until you realize how strategic the moves are and how important any one person/void is to the team. I spent the first season looking at the matches with my fingers in front of my face. You're right. We should have seen the cockiness coming. It certainly has been Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. Maybe we shouldn't have taken them on that ride when they were almost 4. It seems we set a precedent.

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  2. Sounds like a lot of fun!

    Love to you
    kelly

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  3. I was reading comments on CJane's baby naming post and for some reason was compelled to click on your name, which led me here. Well, I've just spent the morning reading back through every one of your posts (instead of working, what a wonderful diversion!). I've cried three times, laughed many more, and am so pleased to have found you! Thank you so much for putting yourself out there with such humour and honesty, I'll be back for more.

    Nicola in snowy England

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  4. Nicola...

    Welcome, Welcome, Welcome....a new friend from England!!!! ( I am beyond stoked!!!)

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