Wrestling Poems and Stories

Submitted by : Thomas De Belder Added 11/20/08

When things go wrong


"When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,0

When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high,

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit-

Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,

As every one of us sometimes learns,

And many a fellow turns about

When he might have won had he stuck it out.

Don't give up though the pace seems slow -

You may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer than

It seems to a faint and faltering man;

Often the struggler has given up

Whe he might have captured the victor's cup;

And he learned too late when the night came down,

How close he was to the golden crown. Success is failure turned inside out -

The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,

And you never can tell how close you are,

It might be near when it seems afar;

So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -

It's when things seem worst that you must not quit. "

Denny Davis added 11/08/08

A Wrestler? Oh, No!

When first he said unto me,
"A wrestler is what I want to be,"
I did not know, I did not see,
All I knew was from TV
"Oh, darling boy" I cried in fright,
"Wrestling is such a terrible sight.
They bite, they gouge, they kick, they scratch."
"But, Mother Dear, that's called a match."
"Please, dear son, consider track,
That won't make you blue and black,
Or basketball, it requires great skill,
At least they don't scream kill, kill."

All of my pleads were to no avail.
A wrestler he would be without fail.
I fussed, I screamed, I really went on a tear,
But all he said was, "Mother, don't be a square."
So about wrestling I tried to learn,
The midnight oil I did burn.
My son now thought I was a pretty hipped mother.
I read all I could, I listened with both ears,
What I learned about sets, and falls and pins,
I learned about takedowns, decisions and wins,
I never missed a match, even out of town,
Where my son was wrestling, there I could be found.
I can hardly wait for next season to start,
Because now I'm wrestling's biggest fan,
For there's no greater sport in all the land.

What I Have Learned From The Greatest Sport

By Ty Clark
F. J. Turner High School, Beloit, Wisconsin
March 04, 2003

I was born in October, just in time for the beginning of the wrestling season. Since I was born, I was always around wrestling for my dad was and still is a coach. As I grew up, I idolized wrestlers and everyone in the wrestling community. Not always just the best wrestlers, the ones standing atop the podium at the end of the year, but also some who failed to reach that top step. Don't get me wrong; I did also venerate the champions, probably more so when I was younger and hadn't learned what the sport was all about.

Being around the state tournament, I have many vivid memories, but one that struck me the most and has remained with me was when a wrestler from my conference who was undefeated lost in the state finals. Within ten minutes of getting his silver medal, he was out in the hallways playing football with his friends, laughing, and having a good time, while that silver medal dangled from his neck. He didn't feel at all that he had failed. Winning a state championship did not determine success in his mind, rather accomplishing what he could satisfied him. From the state tournament, I learned that losing is not failure and success doesn't necessarily pertain to winning.

Being around varsity wrestlers, I have seen first hand the hard work that it took to win. I didn't always learn this from the best wrestlers either. I learned this from my brother. In middle school, he had a record of 4-11. He worked hard, wrestling and lifting throughout the spring and summer, and eventually made it to state and placed fourth as a sophomore. He was injured at state and tried to wrestle again the next two years, but it just did not work out. Before he had to call an end to his career, I learned what it took to make oneself tough. I admired my brother for all the work he put in, and I vowed to work as hard and even harder than he did. From wrestlers, I learned about work ethic.

Being around beginning wrestlers, I have learned about The Little Train That Could. I have seen beginning wrestlers stick at it even after losing 90% of their matches. I have seen how big the hearts of true champions are. I remember watching one wrestler who won only a couple matches out of a hundred keep trying and refusing to give up. After a couple years of hard work, he qualified for state as a junior and had a remarkable record. I respect him for his hard work and refusal to give in. From beginning wrestlers, I have learned to persevere through any challenge and obstacle that arises.

Being around coaches, I have learned about the love for the sport and life itself. Our past coach is the epitome of a perfect person: Passionate, caring, God loving, and committed. While coaching, he'd do anything for his wrestlers, and now it's evident to me that this commitment is carried over in his life also. He has served missionary duties in his retirement and still attends many wrestling events. Just like he was committed to his wrestlers, he is committed to fellow beings and is still committed to the sport. From coaches, I've learned that passion and commitment are key aspects of life.

Being from a wrestling family, I have learned much about how wrestling pertains to life. From my dad, I've learned to be humble. Win or lose, the reaction should be the same. One should expect success, but one should also accept defeat when it arises. My dad volunteers thousands of hours of his service to many causes and expects no recognition whatsoever. I admire anyone who has enough humility to not expect nor want recognition for good deeds or success. From my family, I have learned that true champions are judged by their humility.

All of what I have learned from wrestling would not mean anything if I had not pertained it to my life. I have used the skills I have learned from wrestling in everything that I do. I put my whole heart and all of my effort into every aspect of my life. I strive to outwork everyone in everything that I do. When a challenge or defeat comes up, I use what I have learned to persevere until the very end. When things do not go my way, and I know that there is nothing I can change about what has happened, I take what I have learned and accept that how much I have accomplished, not how much I have not, is the true measure of success. I advise you to take some time and think about what you have honestly learned from wrestling, and then you will know how lucky you are to be involved in "The Greatest Sport".

Standing in the squared circle

From : Naomi Eastham age 16 1/30/07

Standing in the squared circle

Waiting for the bell

Welcome to my heaven

I'm gonna put you down through hell

You taunt me - look at the baby!

She's going down tonight!

But you already know

Your ass is mine!

Be careful this bitch bites!

Ding-ding it's on Let's wrestle!

Heel kick smack are you knocked out?

You try to get up

but get hit again

Flying clothesline's what I'm about

You've tried it all: Pedigree,

Edge-ecution, Samoan drop

But I still knock you to the ringside

Here I come, over the top

Our bodies-crash colliding,

You scream in pain again

Ha-ha I'm sorry that I hurt you

But it's all part of the game

The rush of adrenaline, natural heroine

Through my veins

There's no better sound than, your screaming

As I'm causing you this pain

You thought this would be easy

Submission locked and I'd tap-out

But you underestimated my intensity

And onward goes our bout.

Your friends come out to help you

They just a little late

I knock you down and turn around

And hit the twist of fate

Bouncing off the ropes

Hurricarana, 619

I pin you down 123

Like I said your ass is mine

I single handedly destroyed you

The pain I gave, made your toes curl

All your entourage is defeated,

You 6'9 but got your ass kicked by a 5'3 little girl.

Why Are We Doing This?

Youth wrestling is a contact sport that requires a student/athlete to face an opponent of equal size and age completely on their own. Winning or losing is a matter of individual strength, speed, intelligence and courage

There is no one else to share the lonely void of discouragement when things do not turn out as intended. The intense feeling of accomplishment can be overwhelming when things go well.

Wrestling, therefore, makes special demands of it's student athletes with regard to discipline and character. A young competitor who has sincerely devoted the time and effort demanded by the sport, will come away with elevated self-confidence, higher motivation, an increased sense of personal responsibility and greater strength of character. In many ways, wrestling can assist an adolescent in becoming a more responsible adult.

With all due respect to Vince Lombardi, Winning -- in terms of the final score -- is not the only thing. We coaches believe that every competitor that walks on the mat is a winner. Not just because they have given up several nights a week to train, or because they are spending their weekends at tournaments rather than in front of the TV. But, because when your son or daughter trots onto the wrestling mat, ALONE, to test themselves in front of their parents and peers, they are winners. NO MATTER what the scoreboard says, they are champions and we are always very proud of their courage.

THANK YOU for your support -- the nights during the week of upset schedules, hurried/missed meal times with the family, constant bus duty to and from practices and meets. THANK YOU for the time you spend during those endless weekends traveling to and from tournaments, sitting in crowded gymnasiums, your boisterous encouragement, and the quiet consolation. THANK YOU for the confidence you have shown us by entrusting your most prized possessions during the long season. THANK YOU for your continued support and commitment to your children -- for the alone YOU are winners, too

The Champion

added 10/20/03

He was a man of flesh and blood. He wasn't made of rock.
Angel, devil, child, - man of ordinary stock.
but somehow he was different - true athletes always are-
For as he cursed, sweated, and bled, he took pride in the scar.

They told him to win like a man, no matter what the cost;
So many times he ventured forth; so many times he lost.
And when they turned around and said, "It's OK son, you tried,"
He clenched his headgear in his fist, and like a man he cried.

But from his tears came anger; then, when it ceased to spin,
He rose again, determined that next time he would win.
His trembling body strengthened; his heart soared in sky.
His darkened soul stood flaming; there was fire in his eye.
He worked and worked relentlessly; he struggled and he strained.
His conscience whipped him mercilessly for every ounce he gained.

He ran on legs like pistons; his muscled arms grew sore;
He'd tell himself, "I have to" then ask himself, "What for?"

And then, at last, the reckoning: the final hour was here,
His stomach tightened dangerously, his muscles tensed with fear.
Weak-kneed, he shook the challenger's hand-
and then, as one possessed,
His instincts gave him power, and his body did the rest.

It suddenly was ended. His body seemed to scatter.
A crowd was cheering somewhere, but to him it did not matter.
One thought was gleaming in his brain, a thought that made him smile.
He's given it all he had, and that's what made it all worthwhile

He stood and faced his teammates, with pride instead of shame.
He knew not that he'd won or lost, but that he'd played the game.

And some call him THE WRESTLER, and some call him A MAN,
But he called himself a WINNER...

and the ref held up his hand.

Baby You Gotta Pay



When you've lost the match and the hurt sets in and you ask,
"Why? Why did I lose?"
You have to search deep down inside
And ask if you've paid your dues.

Don't carry on while folks are watchin'
Or shrug it off and just feel burned,
Cause the man who's real evaluates himself
And look for the stones he left unturned.

Did I run out of gas when the going got tough?
Did I cut corners when it came time to condition?
Did I pump the iron until it hurt?
Did I check for my ommission?

The summer came with the sun and the heat
And allowed for leisure and time to kill,
But did I go to tournaments and clinics
To increase and improve my skills?

And in the sessions of daily practice
When the coach prolonged the drill,
Did I push myself beyond exhuastion
To clinch the long, high hill?

Success isn't surely guaranteed
Because one possesses the tools,
It's effort, faith and endurance
That separates winners from fools.

So to those few who perhaps are listening
to what I have to say,
It all boils down to one simple phrase,

by Gary R. Vittorio




The sound of a slap on the mat rings through your ears.
As you get off your opponent, who is all in tears.

He has lost, while I get all the glory.
Although I feel bad for him, I am not very sorry.
He was pretty good, I am just better.
while he sits on the bench, I get my varsity letter.

The referee holds my hand up to the crowd,
And they scream my name, over and over, nice and loud.
I walk off the mat, upon my face is a grin.
For I just got a nice, easy pin.

As I step off the mat I am congratulated by my team.
It is almost like I am having a great big dream.
I find my seat on the bench and give a long sigh,
The next match is up, my moment has passed me by.

Author Unknown

The Emotions of a Wrestler

By Kevin Rogers
Oregon High School, Oregon, Illinois
February 07, 2003

Wrestling truly, is one of the oldest sports in our world’s history. It dates back to the Olympics when the Greeks were in power. The Greeks began the sport of wrestling because it was a sport of brutality, and still is today. However, besides being the oldest sport in history, it is a sport that is still enjoyed today. I have come to enjoy wrestling myself, because of its characteristics. Wrestling is hundreds of different emotions at one time. Wrestling is wondering if the guy across from me is better, or a harder worker than I. Wrestling isn’t a sport a person might be naturally good at. Wrestling is a sport that a person can start at the bottom of the pole, and work his way up to being the best wrestler in the room. Wrestling is not an activity for the modest heart or the weak minded, and it takes great dedication to become a great wrestler.

Wrestling means time, time away from school work. It is time away from friends and family. It is hours after hours that I spend shooting singles and double leg takedowns--hours that I’ve spent after practice working to lose some extra weight for tomorrow’s weigh-in. Wrestling is time, time I can only gain back through the rewards of victory of my own, and of my team. Wrestling is also hours that I take to help an underclassman or a teammate who wants to stay after practice to put in the extra work needed to become a better wrestler.

To be a great wrestler means to have dedicated coaches who are committed to spending all of their time with us wrestlers. Our coaches spend a tremendous amount of time to do things for us. Our coaches spend unbelievable time away from family and friends, which shows they are anything but selfish. They work eight-hour days and then coach us until 5:00 after school, and then little kids until 8:00. On nights that we have wrestling meets the coaches don’t get home until 9:00 p.m. regularly. Not to mention on the weekends when we have tournaments all day long. They are all very dedicated to teaching us a great sport. The more time I spend with them, the more I realize this.

Wrestling means bonding. We as wrestlers spend so much time together that we form certain bonds. We sweat together bleed together and hurt together. We all work together to achieve common goals. We spend so much time together that we know everything about each other. From every bruise on our bodies, to every one of each other’s parents names. We are in short, brothers for a brief period of time in our lives. In the four months that wrestling lasts this certain bond survives through anger, loss, defeat, and victory. In achieving these goals we experience ups and downs, and help each other to work through them. For example, last year I lost in the semi-finals at sectionals to the eventual runner-up in state at 152 pounds. I built on this experience and I am working harder than ever to go past semi-finals this year. My teammates have helped me to work harder. They have pushed me to sweat and bleed wrestling. In pushing on through these tests of our spirit, we have endeavored to work through the tough times, and built character along the way.

Wrestling is pride. Wrestling has helped me build a sense of pride for what I’m working for. I also have a deeper sense of pride for my school. We as wrestlers for Oregon are also trying to bring back a big trophy each year to help strengthen the pride within the town limits. Pride is taking all of our state trophies over to the elementary and junior high schools, and showing them off to the little kids, so they can see what sense of pride they have a chance to be a part of. Pride’s a certain feeling that I receive when walking off the mat with my head held high. To know that there is a sense of pride in my parents, and my brothers, and my coaches when my little brother or I walk off the mat victorious. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt a deeper sense of pride than when my brother took first at the conference tournament under incredible odds. He incredibly overcame his opponents and came out victorious.

The Oxford English Dictionary reads, to wrestle as “to fight (especially as a sport) by grappling with a person and trying to throw him to the ground, or to struggle, to deal with, or overcome". Being a wrestler I know that this definition fits perfectly to the real aspect of wrestling. Wrestling is a fight, a struggle to throw the opponent to the ground. Wrestling will also serves as a lesson for later in life. For example, when I will be competing for a job, I will already know how to work harder than my opponent also competing to get the job. I will put in the extra time and commitment to make sure that I come out on top.

Wrestling is fighting. It is; pounding, jerking, sprawling, grasping, ripping, yelling, wrestling is anger, and defeat. It’s a struggle against a person in physical combat to accomplish something, a conflict to overcome or destroy. It’s a contest to see who is quicker and stronger. It is an inner struggle to stay mentally focused through the end of the four months. It is a struggle to become a better person and athlete through all of the hard work and time put in.

Wrestling is attitude, attitude that is taken onto the mat. Some wrestlers bring an attitude on the mat that is too intense. For instance, the wrestlers that are too intense get themselves into bad moves because they’re not thinking; they’re just going crazy. There are other wrestlers who are cool, and quick to think, while having a relatively good level of intensity to their form of wrestling. For example, I have a cool and responsive way of thinking while I’m in a wrestling match. I’ve wrestled opponents that have crazy attitudes that are very sloppy wrestlers. They usually end up on their backs losing matches. Most of the calmer, but alert wrestlers are much better at wrestling. Wrestling is the attitude that you develop. For example, getting hit in the mouth and bleeding profusely and not stopping-just getting meaner and meaner with my opponent. In the same way this attitude is needed in practice, for when it is time to use this attitude, it is already developed.

Wrestling is the movement of an ocelot, quick, agile, illusive, deceptive, fast, flexible and stealthy. Wrestling is movement up and down, side to side. It is getting in on a single or double leg takedown so quickly, and so deep on the opponent, to know the feeling of being cat like. Wrestling is being quick and deceptive like a predator on the prowl.

Wrestling is also respect. To respect all of the wrestlers who are going to be your opponents on the mat. There is a famous saying on our wrestling team, “Fear no one respect everyone.” For instance, I went out to wrestle a state champ completely scared. I wrestled with fear, and I shouldn’t have. I obviously respected him, but I feared him which was my mistake. When we wrestle again it will be a completely different story. The time is getting closer as we speak, only a few more weeks.

Finger nails clipped, ankles taped, and singlet straps up, "Do you have a clean shave son?" the official asks. Here’s the test of my real know how of wrestling. It’s time to wrestle, and I ask myself did I work harder than my foe this week? Did I improve my quickness, my attitude, and my work ethic? Am I ready to wrestle, like a fight to the death, because that is what it’s going to take to overcome my opponent at the end of the match? I shake my coaches’ hands, and I’m out to wrestle for six minutes.

The Wrestling Parent

author unknown 10/20/03


Parents in wrestling are courageous -- it's true;
They feel all the pain that their boy must go through.
At home, when he diets, they wish it could stop,
Yet know he must do it to stay on top.
Excuses for losing they will never endure,
Don't blame the ref, son, because of the score.
The coach, he will show you the best way to move,
Keep working in practice if you want to improve.

At dual meets you'll see them whispering a prayer,
As their boy must compete with no one else there.
Whatever the outcome- Mom cheers with deep pride,
While Dad-you will notice- stands right by his side.

They'll drive to tournament; many miles away,
To witness a son who's prepared for this day.
Their boy, he has trained, with all of his might,
Having hopes of becoming a champion tonight.

But should he fall short, at his corner you'll find,
A Mother and a Father- supportive and kind.
They teach that through wrestling he'll learn about life,
Yes, living is filled with both triumph and strife.

Now if you are searching for people who care,
Just look by a mat, they'll always be there.
Such love for the sport is truly inherent,
That's why we salute, The Wrestling Parent!

A Wrestler's Biggest Fan


That's my little boy

Mat two…

He's on deck

He's the one who tries to look so confident

While I sit here a wreck

I sit watching nervously

Biting my nails and shaking in my seat

Praying for a victory and not a quick defeat

Please don't let him be hurt

Please let him be all right

After all this is why he practices so hard

Almost every night

I'll just suffer through it and give him my support

Wondering why sometimes, he ever chose this sport

But when it's finally over and he makes it through "the three"

Nothing can beat the look on his face

That look of VICTORY!

The look that says "I did it, hey mom did you see?"

And when the ref holds up his hand

I know why he chose this sport

And when the victory goes the other way

I still give him my support

There's always next time as long as you try

A mom never fails to say

You're always a champion in my eyes son, and you'll always be that way

A mom is a wrestler's biggest fan

Cause she knows what's in his heart

She knows his dedication and how he tries so hard

It's hard for a mom to sit and watch

As her son gets pinned

And it's hard not to get emotional as you watch your baby win

Seeing his eyes search for you while you're sitting in the stands

Making sure you saw every move turn out just the way he planned

Because every wrestler knows

That his mom is his biggest fan!

The Cold Hard Mat

This poem was written as a sixth
grade English assignment by Michael
Dieterich, Westlake, Ohio. added 10/20/03

I went to wrestle at a school
And there was going to be a meet, a duel

We were wrestling a very good team
And we thought they were going to be

But before the meet even began
We had 24 points without fighting a man

After our lead had dwindled down
We were afraid we would lose our unde-
feated crown

Then my match came and was the last of
the game
And I was nervous and afraid of the
My guy had 8 years experience under his
The pressure to win was all that I felt

The match had started and before I
knew it
He had taken me down and I thought I
blew it
But just then I thought of a really good
And I had just started getting into my
But he locked his hands and rolled me
And in just that second the match was
I had been pinned in 30 seconds flat
And all I had felt was the cold hard mat


Submitted by: Jorge Leal (from Plainfield, IL )5/27/03

Before I walk onto the mat
I pause a moment to reflect on back,
From where I came, it was not much,
But, where I am heading, I can not be touched.
These words I speak, they are the same,
Speak them I must, they are part of my game.
I must promise to do my very best,
To put my opponent to the ultimate test.
To rise above all that he may do
I will see the match, all the way through.
Win or lose is not the score,
Knowing I did my best, this means more.
I will shoot and defend with all my might,
To let my opponent know he's in for a fight.
Wrestle hard I must, all the way through
No matter what my opponent may do.
One point at a time, that is what I'll take,
Relentless I'll be, no mistakes I'll make.
I’ve worked too hard to settle for less,
In the heat of battle, I can handle the stress.
My muscles may ache, from the strain
With my mind set, I will get through the pain.
I may tire and weaken, my body may begin to cramp,
But I will not stop, I want to be champ.
I push my opponent to the end,
Trying my best to get the pin
When the whistle blows, the match is done
The ref raises my arm, because I have won.
I am not average, not like the rest,
I will rise above and become the best!
It is my goals to reach the top,
No matter what, I will not stop.


Wrestling Tips and Strategies

by Bruce Gabrielson
Head Coach - Southern Maryland Wrestling Club


1. Don't be afraid to lose, have an offensive philosophy going in, and constantly use a proper attack.

2. Make your opponent wrestle your style. Force the match and keep him off balance by attacking first and continuously.

3. If you have reach, speed, or balance on a man, use these to your advantage. Mix-up them up in your attack, the odds favor you.

4. If you are stronger, overpower him. If you are weaker, don't fight his strength but instead concentrate on perfect technique. Technique will win over strength nearly every time.

5. If you are in better shape, set a pace he can't stand but don't do all the work. Make him lift your weight every time possible.

6. Keep a cool head and remain poised and confident. Never allow calls by the referees or actions by your opponent or the fans upset your wrestling attitude or technique. Never make the referee mad at you.

7. Never stop wrestling until the whistle blows. This includes not giving up a defensive move until the referee calls the points.

8. Do not do anything in a match that you haven't worked hard to perfect in practice.

9. Never let your opponent know that you are tired.

10. Be a "chain wrestler", always performing a second move if the first doesn't work. Use holds which blend together, either as a fake to set-up, or as a follow-up.

11. A despiration move is risky and should only be tried at the end of the match when you "must" get points. Remember, a loss by one point is as bad as a loss be several points.


1 . Get yourself in perfect physical condition. Work hard to build up your body, eating right, and get the proper rest. Even though major away competitions are fun, get to bed early the night before a match.

2. Pay attention to what the coach says about your opponent and plan accordingly. Plan to use a different initial attack if your opponent has watched you.


Added 1/7/02

Our hope is that what you are about to read is a humorous but informative slice of life of a wrestling family. Our objective is to share with you the lifestyle of a champion. The names have been changed to protect the innocent but this is a factually accurate depiction of a typical week for several of the serious wrestlers in our own program. Since no athlete excels in his own, this deals with the wrestler in the context of a loving and supportive family that all work together to nourish the body, mind and soul through such activities as homework, practice, exercise and hygiene.

It is written from the perspective of an elementary school wrestler. I apologize if we gross anybody out...


When I wake up every day, I immediately run downstairs to mom's bathroom. I strip. I pee and I jump on the scale. While most of my classmates only discover that they're growing if their waistband gets too tight or their pants get short, I check out my weight to t he nearest tenth of a pound every day. Nothing to freak out over... just that I think about eating my second Reese's Cup before bed... and I actually read the nutritional information on the candy wrapper. I am a wrestler. Nutrition and weight are a part of the sport.

I get dressed and eat a healthy breakfast. Donuts are only an occasional treat now because I want to perform. Garbage in- Garbage out---so I put in the good stuff...protein, some carbs. After I brush my teeth, I do a quick set of push-ups and pull-ups and maybe knock out some sandbag lifts for upper body. I used to think that this was "over the top" but since I've been doing 'em, my shoulders are big and my pecs and abs are defined and I'm stronger---helps me on the mat and on the playground. Nobody messes with me now!

Mom packs my lunch. I eat a mega turkey sandwich on a long roll, grapes, Gatorade and applesauce. Easy on the junk. I do most of my homework in school when I get a few free minutes 'cause evenings are tight and I am tired. After all, if I get it done, I can watch a half hour of Nick at Night.

I get off the bus at 4:25 and walk home. I eat by 4:30-no snack 'cause we gotta eat dinner, finish homework, change and be " on the road again" by 5:45 for practice. Mom has something yummy for dinner-mostly. I've gotten used to eating smaller portions of the French Fries. We're all eating healthier now. Love my meat and gotta eat some veggies (YUK to most) but it fills me up. I change into my T-shirt, shorts, socks and sandals. Wrestling is one excuse for wearing socks and sandals even in the winter without getting stopped by the Fashion Police. I grab a water bottle, headgear, kneepads, my wrestling shoes and we're out the door.

Gotta get to practice early. Coach says it starts at 6:15, but he really starts at 6:00. It's kind of a sick test to see who's really into it. I rush in and struggle to get my wrestling shoes on-How come they're so hard to get on your feet? And the headgear is like torture-Could it BE any tighter?

Practice is a killer. I see tons of T-shirts talking about PAIN, Intensity, commitment---Are they gladiators or wrestlers? Hey- we are in Elementary School-somebody might want to tell coach!

But can't knock him-he's the best around. Sometimes kids from other programs will practice with us just to experience what our wrestlers are used to...discipline, respect, commitment sacrifice and excellence. We are a team. It's the one sport that men can cheer and still be manly.

We drill till we're beat. And then we do sprints, crawls, tumblesaults ( are we in cheerleading?) and a game or two! I made it! Its fun but its hard work. I'm beginning to understand what the T-shirts are all about.

When I get home, I'm supposed to do more push-ups and pull-ups. I'm tired and sore...but when I think about the fact that the guy I will face on the mat next Saturday-he's doing his push-ups and pull-ups...so I do 'em. (Even though I complain)


Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday are more of the same. Eating right, practice, follow-up at home and maybe some drilling in the basement with Dad, Mom, or whoever I can get to let me stick in the mixer. "Drive into him!" I can still hear Coach even when he's not here.

On Thursday, we're scouting the web to see where we should go next Saturday for a Tournament. Backpoints.Com is saved as one of my favorites. Gotta register a week in advance so we check it out. I scout the divisions and ages and weights-Sometimes they vary.


Every Friday is the same-WEIGH-IN DAY. Get on the scale after a quick pee. You know that one whiz can take off .6 pounds? Brings new meaning to the word relief. (Sorry Mom)

Depending on where I am weight-wise, Mom packs a big lunch or I cut out the cookies. I go to school. When I get home, we roll. This time we're going to Cumberland Valley. Weigh-Ins start at 6:00 but they're always there by 5:30 so we go early. I ditch mom at the door, strip down to my undies and jump on the scale. Mad it by .3 pounds. I get dressed and I'm off to eat. Whatever I want...I'm thinking of starting with dessert. I get to bed by 9:00 because we're getting up by 7:30.This weekend, I get to sleep in. Sometimes we get up at 3am but then again, I love it.


Saturday morning, Mom packs me Gatorade, applesauce to eat between matches, some fruit, my Gameboy, our video camera, and my wrestling stuff.

Gotta get there 45 minutes before the tournament starts to warm up and check out the brackets. Did I forget a pen to write down my bout numbers and keep track of the wrestlers who kick butt? Mom or Dad has to bring me and we stay as long as I keep winning. That's called single elimination. Some days we're done by 11am and some days we're there all day if I'm winning. "Gym rats" they call us.

Mom tapes my matches on video and Dad and I look at them later to see how I can improve and what I did well. It's a good tool. It all happens so fast on the mat- three minutes is exhausting but quick!

We eat lunch at the snack bar. The chicken corn soup is usually edible. Nothing beats the rush of getting a HUGE TROPHY. Somehow-all of the sacrifice seems worth it when you walk away with a big trophy and place it with the stash of trophies in my room. I love to stand by the brackets in the hallway of a tournament and listen to the other guys say "watch out for him/her..he's/she's tough” And it's me! It's a hard sacrifice and commitment-harder than any other sport. It’s only me out there on the mat against another guy. Somebody's got to win. No where to hide. No excuses. This is wrestling.

I am a wrestler and I love it.

How To Tell A Winner From A Loser


- When a winner makes a mistake, he says "My Fault";
when a loser makes a mistake, he throws the blame on someone else.

- A winner credits his "good luck" for winning by being fundamentally prepared;
a loser blames his "bad luck" for losing on bad breaks even though he's not fundamentally prepared.

- A winner works harder than a loser and always finds time do what is expected of him;
a loser never finds time and when he does, he works on the wrong things.

- A winner makes commitments and goals with his heart and sets about to accomplish them;
a loser makes "promises" with his mouth and never sincerely means to keep them.

- A winner shows he's sorry by making up for it;
a loser says, I'm sorry but does the same thing next time.

- A winner thinks "I'm good, but not as good as I should be";
a loser thinks "I'm not as bad as some others."

- A winner would rather be admired for his ability than liked, although he would prefer both;
a loser would rather be liked than admired because he knows he hasn't worked hard enough to be admired.

- A winner is fundamentally sound in all aspects of the game;
a loser is not!

- A winner knows that stregnth, agility, and quickness are the keys to athletics and attains it;
a loser may know but never attains.

- A winner takes constructive criticism from the coach, realizing it will help him and the team;
a loser pouts and thinks he's being picked on.

- A winner thinks of the team first and never wants to let it down;
a loser thinks of himself first and the team last.

- A winner hates to lose;
a loser could care less although he may put up a front.

The Wrestling Parent



Parents in wrestling are courageous -- it's true;
They feel all the pain that their boy must go through.
At home, when he diets, they wish it could stop,
Yet know he must do it to stay on top.

Excuses for losing they will never endure,
Don't blame the ref, son, because of the score.
The coach, he will show you the best way to move,
Keep working in practice if you want to improve.

At dual meets you'll see them whispering a prayer,
As their boy must compete with no one else there.
Whatever the outcome, Mom cheers with deep pride,
While Dad, you will notice, stands right by his side.

They'll drive to a tournament; many miles away,
To witness a son who's prepared for this day.
Their boy, he has trained, with all of his might,
Having hopes of becoming a champion tonight.

But should he fall short, in his corner you'll find,
A Mother and a Father, supportive and kind.
They teach that through wrestling he'll learn about life,
Yes, living is filled with both triumph and strife.

Now if you are searching for people who care,
Just look by a mat, they'll always be there.
Such love for the sport is truly inherent,
That's why we salute, The Wrestling Parent!

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"The champion wrestler is neither selected nor born; he is self-formed.
Of course, the great wrestler possesses many admirable qualities. However,
there are four prime attributes I consider to be a must--hustle, attitude,
resolution, and desire (creating the acronym H.A.R.D.).
Let's take a deeper look at each:

HUSTLE-The outstanding wrestler hustles all the time. During practice, his
coach often has to tell him to take a break. Furthermore, this high-powered
competitor is forever searching for someone better to wrestle. He's never
satisfied with his performance and is constantly striving for perfection.

ATTITUDE-The superior wrestler has a positive attitude. He believes in
himself and his capabilities. When others say, "You won't," he quietly asserts, "I will".
The champion's total being radiates confidence.

RESOLUTION-The No. 1 matman illicits a most potent resolution. In truth, it
is the pitfalls which make him that much more determined to succeed.
He doesn't know the meaning of "quit."

DESIRE-The champion wrestler feeds on desire and perceives nothing less than
being the best. There may be more skillful grapplers around but his hunger for
victory will overcome them all. This winner believes in the adage,
"I might be outclassed but never outfought."

I am sure that everyone will agree it takes H.A.R.D. work to be on top. Oh
yes, some have furtively whispered, "The champ seems a bit insane."
However, none will ever forget his name.

by Dr. Bill Welker