Well folks, the wrestling season ended with a whimper rather than a bang. Our little man made vast improvements over the course of the season. His first tournament, he took second. Then next tournament, he didn't place. He took second two other tournaments and didn't place in the final tournament last weekend in Shepherd (darn it). We traveled all over the Eastern part of the state and spent one full day every weekend sitting in bleachers waiting (it seemed) for Max's next 1 to 3 minute match. Overall, the experience was invaluable. Although Bella and Brighton would tell you that it is not all that exciting, as they got pretty bored spending all those days in gyms.
Max is a member of the Darkorse wrestling club. Here he is (in Livingston) waiting for his next match.
And here he is with one of his medals. It was such a great opportunity for him and we think wrestling is a great sport for learning that you, and only you, are in control of your performance; there are no teammates on which to blame a loss. Max also learned how to win and lose gracefully, although he bawled his head off every time he lost (okay, so losing was hard). We'll see if it's wrestling or basketball he chooses next year.
