Last Saturday, we went to our first wrestling match.
You see, by this time of year our lives are usually totally taken over by baseball...
and we love it.
But here, baseball season comes a little later and Jackie Boy had the opportunity to join wrestling.
He decided to try it and Hottie Husband supported it because he thought it would help him with tackle football in the fall, not because he has any affinity for wrestling.
It was in the morning.
We though it would be a small gathering between two teams.
It was not.
It was a gym FULL of parents and a man on a microphone trying to control said parents.
PLEASE STAY OFF THE MATS!
MOVE TO THE STANDS!
PARENT NEED TO BE IN THE STANDS!
Nobody listened to the poor fellow.
Our team is green and yellow and for the life of us, we could not locate anyone from the team.
Finally, I asked what we should do.
I was told-
Sit in the stands until they call your son's class and weight.
His coach had written it on his hand- B75
So we waited for B75.
HH was not very pleased by the disorganization.
I called him Mr. Grumpy Pants!
Look at the poor little fellow with his dad in the green vest. He is crying. This is why the parents don't listen to the microphone man.
Finally, B75 (standing for beginner- 75 pounds) was called so we headed over to the gathering room where we figured out later that they set up the teams.
We waited again outside that room for-ev-er!!!
More Mr. Grumpy Pants!
Then I nearly had my own wrestling match with a WACKY WOMAN!
There was a little spot on a bench of one of the stands near where we were waiting.
I didn't want to go back up into the stands because I was worried I wouldn't see where he was going to wrestle and I would miss the match.
I was holding Little Bear and wanted to sit.
I sat on that small part of bench that appeared to be unoccupied.
Unoccupied it was not!
I was looking toward HH, when suddenly a woman sat on me- literally on my left leg and wiggled herself in.
She humphed down and started riffling through papers in her bag.
She didn't look at me, she didn't say -excuse me, this is my spot.
Well... I took her down!
I would have, really, if I hadn't been holding Little Bear and if she wasn't three times my size and if she didn't look so stinkin mean!
Seriously, who sits on a lady with a baby and a cool new Carrie Underwood haircut?
That just isn't cool.
My mom would have yelled at her, but conflict avoiding me of giant mean looking women, said- Um, sorry, was this your spot?
She looked at me and
Then looked away.
She truly grunted.
Maybe she was an ogre in disguise.
Then I was super smart not to wrestle her.
I never could have beaten an ogre.
This little guy wrestler of mine may be skinny and his singlet may have nearly been falling of of him and he might have thought I was completely crazy to be singing-
All the singlets, All the singlets, All the singlets- just put your hands up oh,oh,oh,oh, oh...
You are with me right? Beyonce- All the single ladies... I just thought it was too similar not to sing the song.
but, he could probably beat an ogre because he is one strong little dude.
Here he was extremely nervous before his first match ever in his life!
Then he had his first match and beat the boy without having any points scored on him.
Mr. Grumpy Pants wasn't so grumpy anymore.
Then he had to wrestle this Wacky Woman.
Actually, she was a cute little girl who was smiling throughout the whole match, but I thought went better with my title.
He also won this match with no points scored on him.
See... I have proof.
And can I just tell you...
He was really proud!
It made all the waiting worth it.
Isn't that what parenting is all about?
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