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I guess I do have a story. I started wrestling when I was 6. I had a great coach then, and an extremely competitive team. At least 5 guys where landing in the top three at state every year. I got as high as second as a kid, lost by two points. My dad left my family right after that, he was a good coach and inspiration for me, without him my mom couldn't afford to get me to practice and tournaments like before. I dropped way way off.
In high school I slowly made my way back up, got ranked in the region, pinned a state ranked guy. Just barely missed out on state my junior year by a few points, was only under seniors and one other junior. The next year I was going to give every waking second I had to wrestling, I wasn't just going to make state, I was going to place again and wrestle in college like I always dreamed.
The irony was my coach always preached about dream busters and staying away from them. Truth was, he was a mentally abusive piece of shit slime ball who never wrestled a day in his life and had nothing to offer. He went over the line one day in the weight room during off season, I told him to fuck off, I think he realized he went overboard. After practice, I had a group of teammates come up and beg me to go to the athletic director about the coach, he ran off multiple state ranked guys that our incredible youth coach built and it was getting worse. I listened and made the sacrifice for the team. They wouldn't let me wrestle that next year, the team voted and asked for me to come back, but it was futile since the new board or the new AC wouldn't let me. I lost my senior year.
Epilogue, the douchebag got fired a couple years later when football players complained. This town always did love its shitty football team. I never got to wrestle in college. I am passionate about grappling and hope to compete in no gi grappling on a national level in a few years.
In high school I slowly made my way back up, got ranked in the region, pinned a state ranked guy. Just barely missed out on state my junior year by a few points, was only under seniors and one other junior. The next year I was going to give every waking second I had to wrestling, I wasn't just going to make state, I was going to place again and wrestle in college like I always dreamed.
The irony was my coach always preached about dream busters and staying away from them. Truth was, he was a mentally abusive piece of shit slime ball who never wrestled a day in his life and had nothing to offer. He went over the line one day in the weight room during off season, I told him to fuck off, I think he realized he went overboard. After practice, I had a group of teammates come up and beg me to go to the athletic director about the coach, he ran off multiple state ranked guys that our incredible youth coach built and it was getting worse. I listened and made the sacrifice for the team. They wouldn't let me wrestle that next year, the team voted and asked for me to come back, but it was futile since the new board or the new AC wouldn't let me. I lost my senior year.
Epilogue, the douchebag got fired a couple years later when football players complained. This town always did love its shitty football team. I never got to wrestle in college. I am passionate about grappling and hope to compete in no gi grappling on a national level in a few years.