January 23, 2012 scottcjones 1Comment

The night of my first wrestling match I walked out of the locker room wearing my singlet and my robe, wondering if there would be any Rocky-like theme music to accompany my entrance. (There was not.) The gym had never felt colder, never seemed quieter or more cavernous than it did that night. The rafters seemed impossibly far away. In the center of the gym was a large blue wrestling mat with a white circle painted on it. (more…)