Priceless......

Wrestling shoes: $140.00

Headgear: $35.00

Singlet: $50.00



Being the Mom of an Individual Wrestling State Qualifier: PRICELESS.....



Tristan qualified this past Saturday for the State Wrestling Tournament! He's worked so hard this season to achieve this goal that he set for himself. Mike and I are so proud of him. This weekend, we're headed to our State's Capital for the tournament, a three day event that starts Thursday. The best of the best will be there, including my son!

I can't wait!

Wrestling Champ!

Tristan had another wrestling tournament yesterday. This was the last tournament of the regular season, and he finished with a BANG! After winning all four of his matches, he took first place in the 125 lb. weight class.

He finished the regular season with a 21-2 record, pinning twelve of the twenty-one. He walked away with three first place tournament medals.

Conference tournament is next, and then Regional tournament after that. It's just a few short steps away from State!

Needless to say, I'm VERY proud!

Sore Losers

We had another wrestling match last night in Waupun. I have to say this right off the bat. Waupun, Wisconsin has some of the worst fans I've run into thus far!

It was terrible, the way they acted toward our high school aged boys. Our team dominated for most of the event, and it just made their fans more and more irate. They were yelling rude comments at our boys throughout the entire thing! At the end of the match when the boys line up on both sides and then shake hands, a LADY (and I use the term loosely) said to someone sitting next to her, "Our boys should shake hands with them and say 'faggot, faggot, faggot' as they pass each one."

She said this loud enough for me to hear, and I'm sure everyone within a few feet heard her too. I was steaming! More than steaming, I was pissed! I turned around and looked at her. My husband grabbed my arm and gave me a look like, "don't". He knew my mouth was about to get me in trouble.

I turned back around and said rather loudly, "I can't believe that ADULTS are such sore losers as to say such things like that about children." My husband's eyes were about to pop out of his head! I continued on with, "It's terrible when ADULTS have to act like children. What kind of example are they setting for their own children?!" I thought my husband's head would explode right there!

The woman just looked at me like I was speaking another language. I don't think she had any idea that what she said was wrong on so many levels. I can only thank God that none of our boys heard her say it. And, that none of their team's boys heard her say it, either.

This was a HIGH SCHOOL wrestling match, for the goodness sakes. It's not like it was the Super Bowl. These are children! What a terrible, terrible person someone has to be to think like that about children.

And you know what just amazes me the most? It was a woman that said this! Don't get me wrong. I'm not prejudice at all. But I know that men tend to get a little carried away at sporting events and say all kinds of rude things. But, this was a woman. It actually made me embarrassed for her.

Anyway, our boy didn't have a match. Their team didn't have anyone for him to wrestle. Our team won the meet, 46-27. Go Huskies!

What a Day!

My oldest had a wrestling tournament yesterday. It was a HUGE one! Thirty-five teams, 57 brackets, and 7 mats. It was a long day, but well worth it!

Despite sitting on hard bleacher for 8 1/2 hours, fighting hundreds of other wrestling fans and sweaty wrestlers, and eating crappy concession stand food, it was a great day! Tristan (our oldest) did great! He won all five of his matches, pinning three, to take first place in his bracket!

This makes his record a whopping 14-0 for the season!

That's him in the picture above showing off his medal. The girl in the picture is a teammate. She also took first place in her bracket. What's really cool about her is that this is her first year wrestling, and she's kickin' butt and takin' names! She took third place at the last tournament. It's really fun to watch her wrestle.

High School Wrestling 8-0!

Got another duel meet to go to tonight. My oldest, Tristan, is a Sophomore this year, wrestling Varsity. He's got an undefeated record so far this season: 8-0! He's got a tough one tonight, though. He's going up against a boy he wrestled last year and got a back injury from. The kid is good, but Tristan has improved greatly since last year, and I think he can take him. He's really pumped about tonight's match, too. Says he's looking forward to "taking this guy down", as he puts it.

Wrestling for me is a love/hate sort of thing. I do so love the sport. I can hardly contain myself in the stands when Tristan is wrestling. The problem I have is they move so fast, I can't keep up! My eyesight is so poor, that I miss a lot of it. Something happens, the crowd cheers, I smack my husband and ask what happened, and it's all over before I have a chance to cheer too! Thank goodness they record the matches so I can come home and watch them over on TV. They do that so the boys can learn from their mistakes, but it benefits me too!

Oh, and those fluorescent lights! They are murder on my eyes! By the time the match is over, I've got such a headache!

It's all worth it, though. At least I'm there, being the supportive mother I should be. Sometimes, I think he's embarrassed by me, actually. He says he's not, but how could he not be? When I do happen to catch something he's done well with, I'm standing on my feet, cheering at the top of my lungs! During the match, I'm yelling as loud as the coaches, telling him what moves he needs to do. He says he can't hear me when he's in the midst of pinning someone, but everyone else can! I don't care. I'm just so damned proud of him!

My youngest, Timothy, has decided to give wrestling a try this year, too! So far he's only had practices, but after the holidays he'll start having matches too. What fun that's going to be! Those little kids out there on the mats wrestling around are so cute! It breaks my heart, though because it never fails. When one loses there's always tears! You can't help but feel sorry for them. They all want to win so badly!

So, we'll see if Tristan's undefeated streak ends tonight. I hope not. I have to ride home in the same car with him, and he's not a very good loser!