Wrestling season is here. My little brothers first varsity match is tomorrow at 112 pounds. Moms already crying about the eating,blood,broken noses but it's in the Hall and Garrison blood.

This is kinds long but I wrote this in 10th grade the night before districts. I was seeded first but denied a trip to states in the finals due to a torn rotator cuff while in double overtime.

I am a prisoner
Stuck in my cage
Always overweight
Making minimum wage

Run 6 miles
Listen to mom cry
Blood on the bathroom tiles
My skins rarely dry

The holidays come
Everyone come to eat
Not me though
I'm scared of defeat

Skoal and coolwhip
Under my bed
Step on the mat with me
Your as good as dead

I hate to lose
Gold is for me
Burn this fuse
I WON'T lose

42-0

I ended my season 46-0 but couldn't wrestle at states. Mom cried, girlfriend cried, dad tried to understand. My team was a wreck but I got to watch 5 of my teammates go on and place. I wrestled 3 matches the next year dropped out and was homeschooled. Now I see my buddies as seniors and I'm going off to the army with one of them. I hope my little brother can carry on and do what I wanted