Squeeeze!
I wrestled in high school. I wasn’t good. I realize now that I would have been better at documenting the sport.
This past winter, my nephew played his first wrestling season. I don’t remember wrestling being this intense. Again, I wasn’t good, so I probably wasn’t that interested. Walking into this middle school in central Maryland on a cold Saturday morning, I entered a different world. A world outside of PG County as most know it. A world that had a particular smell, a mixture of boiled hot dogs, sweat, and Cheetos. A world where parents encouraged releasing your anger on your peers, and talking at a reasonable volume WAS SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!! Ok maybe it was a little like life in PG County, minus the smell.


Darryl???












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