My Wrestling Book

Story 4

We were going to the Track for practice and a graduate named Biggs came to practice. It was a Friday and the Junior High were having practice since they had a meet the next Monday.

Coach Naasz: Biggs.

Biggs: Yes sir?

Coach Naasz: You're in charge... I never thought I'd have to say that.

While at the track, we did a lot of running, then we did stairs on the Grand Stand for a little while and then we started working on stance. We were going up a steep hill in our stance. We had gotten to the top of the hill, then we were going to go back down, slower.

Biggs: Keep your chest up! Pretend like you have your number on your chest and you want all the ladies to see it!

Randall (our 170 pounder): *starts pointing out who does and doesn't have a girlfriend* You have a girlfriend, you have a girlfriend, you don't have a girlfriend. *looks at me and Katelynn* You don't have a girlfriend, you don't have a girlfriend.

Fritz (our 285 pounder [he won state this year in 3-2-1a]): At least we assume you two don't have girlfriends. (Note: we were all at the top of the hill at the time)

Then we had to Fireman Carry someone up that same hill, then carry them back down. We found out some of us can carry people a lot heavier than them.

Once after the other partner did their turn, we Backpack Carried someone up the hill backwards. Fritz was carrying Nate and Fritz fell into a sticker patch. They stood up and walked the rest of it. Fritz had stickers all over his shorts.

Randall: Fritz, you have stickers all over your crotch.

Fritz: *pulls two stickers off his shorts and sticks them to the back of Dalton's shirt.*

Dalton (our varsity 145 pounder): Hey!

Then we start going back down, slower.

Colton (our 182 pounder): Go slow! Feel the burn!

Dalton: I bet Fritz's ass is feeling the burn!

On our way back, we sang "Don't Stop Believing" really loudly as we were running for part of the way. We got stares from people driving by that said "The fuck's wrong with them?" It was a good day.