On Friday night the Canastota junior varsity squad was scheduled to wrestle against our junior varsity squad in the old, creaking Middle School gymnasium, a structure that was, the school district would discover years later, practically bursting with life-threatening asbestos. The J.V. coach had asked me, the varsity heavyweight and current town hero, to stop by the locker room before the match. The coach, I assumed, had invited me so that I could re-tell my Little Falls story, to inspire his J.V. wrestlers before they went out to meet their doom against the J.V. version of the “onion pickers.” (Yes, even…