The whistle blows. We both get up. The ref raises one hand but not the other. One walks away victorious the other in defeat. But only one was laughing.
I hear my name called. I walk over and start to warm up. Thousands of thoughts race through my mind. But only one makes nervous. That thought was ‘this is my first wrestling match as a high school wrestler.’
I see who I’m wrestling. I think to myself ‘he doesn’t look too hard.’ I was wrong. Very wrong. We step onto the mat. We shake hands and get ready to wrestle. The whistle blows and I know then that I was done.
He soon has me in a collar tie. He goes for the duc under and gets it. I try to say up but instead I fall. I try to stand up but instead I get cradled.
All of this happens in under a minute. Before I knew the whistle blew. We both get up. The ref raises one hand but not the other. One walks away victorious the other in defeat. I the one in defeat walk away laughing. Knowing that I gave it my all and was beat by a more experienced wrestler.