Thursday night was parents' night for wrestling. As always, we were a bit confused. Our kids don't bring notes home and if they do, I lose them. I used to be better at coordinating all this stuff, but lately I've been very disjointed and unorganized.
We needed cash to get in, so Bart went to do that while I went to figure out what was going on. When I got there it seemed fairly confusing, but we finally figured out that we were supposed to walk into the gym with Ricardo. But Bart wasn't there yet and so I was glad they were starting with the seniors.
But then they kept getting lower and lower and lower until finally there were only 3 people in line and Bart still wasn't there.
When I could see the whites of Ricardo's worried eyes, Bart walked in the school door and I motioned for him to hurry. He literally did not have one second to spare and walked straight into the gym to be escorted by Ricardo.
Ricardo didn't want this varsity match -- but good grief -- he's only been a 7th grader for less than a quarter. In september he was a 6th grader and by November he was a varsity wrestler who had never wrestled a match before in his life.
So if he loses his varsity match, I keep reminding him not to be discouraged. He came in first at the JV match yesterday, pinning 2 of his three appointments and beating the other with points.
He's got no experience beating kids who've been wrestling for 8 years. I think that's pretty amazing.
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