I never appreciated the sport of wrestling. I maligned it when my brother participated, simply because I saw him starve himself in the name of a lower weight class. I openly mocked it with my best friend for the singlet and homosexual undertones. And then, I met Al.
I didn't understand the importance of this sport to him for several months after meeting him. I still don't fully understand. However, I have finally accepted it as a true sport, and can appreciate the human element. It's so important to him. It was an essential bonding experience for him and his dad, and it has translated to an unbelievable bond between him and his students. And I can only imagine how happy it would make him to have a son that could follow in his admittedly impressive wrestling footsteps.
I've finally conceded. If I end up with Al, I'll gladly give him a wrestler. As long as I get a lineman. Fair's fair, and all.
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