Our wrestling team was very good that year, with my fellow wrestlers piling up enough wins and points over the course of our matches against other schools that my own personal results–whether I won, lost, or hyperventilated–had no bearing whatsoever on the rest of the team. By the time we got around to my bout, which was always the very last bout of the match, the score was usually so lopsided in our team’s favor that my bout was a formality, and nothing more. That year I lived in fear of just one thing: that the outcome of a match…