My Grandson’s First Wrestling Match

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You are called and out there alone.

No whining, no complaints,

it is all you.

Not like team sport you played before:

T-ball, baseball, soccer, basketball;

always someone in your team screws up,

it’s all their fault;

now it’s all you.

 

In wrestling,

a moment of lapse,

you will be flipped;

how to attack,

how to defend,

all you.

 

You are out there all by yourself,

fighting for your breath like a gladiator;

how you feel,

how you handle.

all you.

 

Never too early, Max.

 

You will need it,

sooner than later in life,

you will be out there “naked,”

just two legs,

two hands.