The night of the J.V. team’s match against Canastota I sat up in the bleachers with the rest of the spectators, not knowing my fate, not knowing if I was going to have to go down there shortly, to that brightly lit mat in the center of the Middle School gym, and wrestle. I still wore what gym teachers and coaches always referred to as my “street clothes,” a phrase which always seemed terribly urban and therefore out of place in a school which was surrounded by cornfields and forests. “Be ready to change out of your street clothes and…