Wrestling ended officially last weekend with the annual Wrestling banquet and honors ceremony for the team. For us it was the final banquet, and very bittersweet.
Wrestling is over for Andrew. He has no plans on wresting in college and, as far as I know, there are no wrestling “pick up” matches in which former wrestlers can participate if they get the urge to wrestle — unlike many other sports such as basketball, baseball and football.
I don’t have a lot of regrets, but one I do have is not being interested in Andrew’s sporting life earlier. I rarely went to any of his soccer or rugby matches or basketball games when he was young, and while I probably went to more wrestling events because they were inside, didn’t go to most of them up through middle school. I understood none of the rules of any of the sports he liked and was not interested enough to try to learn. I’ll never get those days back for a re-do.
Once he got into high school and was chosen for the varsity wrestling team as a freshman, I began to take an interest. I volunteered to redesign and manage the team website and attended most of the meets and tournaments throughout his high school career.
I learned the rules, screamed directions to the wrestlers with the best of them, and cursed out the referees’ poor calls like a pro. I developed an appreciation for all of the sensory assaults experiences one encounters at a wrestling tournament: the shrill whistles, loud buzzers and screaming fans; the scent of hundreds of sweating adolescent bodies mingled with the odor of chemicals used to sanitize the mats; the backache from sitting for hours on hard, backless bleachers; the sight of constant movement on the gym floor under unforgiving gymnasium lighting; the taste of whatever unhealthy foods were sold in the concession stands.
I am so proud of my son and what he accomplished these four years as a wrestler. I believe that much of what he’s become as a young man (a delightful, smart, charming, kind, thoughtful, strong young man) is due to his experience on the wrestling team. I wrote about his coach a few years ago — but it was even more than that. It was his team. His teammates. His opponents. It was the whole experience that helped shape him.
That he took first place in the county and region and fourth place at States are admirable as is his inclusion on the local newspaper’s “first” team, his whopping 115 career wins and being chosen for the coach’s award, but even without these honors, I would have been proud of him. They’re just added value — icing on the cake.
Here’s to the end of wrestling — the end of an era for us. We’ve got a lot of memories and a whole lot of photos.
7 thoughts on “The end of an era”
Ah, subcultures. The things you learn you didn’t think you’d ever learn…
You’re so right about that, Bridgett. I never expected to know this much about wrestling.
I got all emotional reading this.
The end of an era always means the start of another one, though.
I got emotional writing it, Mali! (and re-reading it) the last picture really gets to me.
And I guess this is about more than the end of wrestling…
You’re right, Helen. It is about a lot more than wrestling.
Oh, so bittersweet, and wonderful, and I can almost remember that wrestling smell, back when I would occasionally go to a friend’s matches in high school.
Congratulations to Andrew. And I can attest that he is indeed a delightful, smart, charming, kind, thoughtful, strong young man, having had the pleasure of hosting him in my living room! (Although I’m thinking of “strong” in a more general sense here, as I didn’t actually wrestle him.)