It’s that time of year for anticipation and participation, Most adults anticipate while others participate. I give thanks and grace to those participating, especially because most of those participating are children. Unfortunately, one of the dimmest of those children golfs in a White House. Since I can’t digress from that, I will elevate to a different level: youth wrestling.
Twenty years ago, I witnessed one of the most spectacular feats in sports. It wasn’t the thrill of victory or the agony of defeat, it was the apathy of entertainment. While attending a youth wrestling event, one of which my nephew was participating in, we were forced to watch others wrestle in between the six hundred gallons of Gatorade provided between matches. After a urine intermission, we were awaiting my nephew’s match. The eight year old entering the mat was carrying his hot wheels and placed them strategically on the mat as though they were a symbol of comfort. The official allowed them to be present and within the first four seconds of the match, the boy owning the hot wheels was on his back prepared to be pinned. Not no fast. Before you are pinned, both shoulder blades must remain on the mat before the match is concluded. He kept one shoulder off the mat while he played with his hot wheels simultaneously. Rolling them back and forth, it looked like he didn’t have a care in the the world. For me, it would look like I had just been been bitten by a rattle snake. It was beautiful. If only we could hear him whistling while displaying such a courageous act of relaxation.
Forgive me if I did not describe this properly while providing an adequate picture in your brain. I have been to the Sistine Chapel. The Chapel was mere child’s play compared to the art I witnessed that day. Chin pinched to the front of his scapula, a boy desperately struggling to keep his shoulder off the mat to save his hot wheels wasn’t worth the trip to
Rome. He built that Valley mat in less than a day.,