Today, C-man weighed in at 89.5 and was bracketed in the 90 - 98 pound weight class with 5th graders who were all much more experienced. And the results were a bit sad. He got pinned his first three matches.
In his first match, the kid got him into a half nelson and he didn't know quite how to get out. Because he was fighting so hard, he really hurt his shoulder, which made him sad and scared. And, of naturally, more timid for his second match.
By the third match, he was up against an incredibly good kid the other kids on his team all looked at and said, "I hope you don't have to wrestle HIM." He did. And there was just no chance. But true to form, the kid was incredibly nice to him after, and gave him a hug. It's such a funny sport that way - I am going to hurt you for three minutes and then hug you because I know how awful-hard that just was. There's something really impressive about learning that by 10 years old.
In the fourth round, he fought really hard. With just 10 seconds left, he threw a reversal and tied it at 4-4 to send the match into overtime. Unfortunately, he lost that one by getting taken down first.
There were tears and sadness. There was ice on the shoulder. And there were a lot of pep talks from the coaches. But when it was all said and done, he went to bed proud that he battled so hard and knew he really couldn't have done any better. A character building day, for sure.
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My country Iran, is the Motherland of wrestling :)
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