I continued to hyperventilate my way through the wrestling season. I hyperventilated in Cortland, hyperventilated again in Waterloo, then hyperventilated again at Holland Patent. (They nearly called an ambulance for me in Holland Patent.) Along the way, I had the opportunity to perform thorough inspections of the rafters of all the gymnasiums in the Central and Eastern New York State areas. Night after night I stood next to referees who raised my opponents’ arms. The thing they never tell you about the arm-raising thing is this: the referee not only holds up one guy’s arm, but he also sort of…