Last weekend, my eight-year-old son had a marathon wrestling match.
- They had ten teams & they had to wrestle until they were down to just one winner.
I never realized how long & boring a wrestling match could be, normally my partner would take him to wrestling matches, but he had to labor that weekend. I sat in the bleachers for almost eight hours. The only split I got was when Michael needed a drink or something to eat. As if they could have made the afternoon more angry, they had the furnace running, & it felt like it was 100 degrees in the gym. I was hoping my son’s team would be the first team up & Michael would lose his match. My pal and I could have been out of the gym in half an hour. Instead, they were the second team to match up, & Michael won his match. I was praying for a/c. I moved my seat four times, however I could not escape the air vents that were blowing extreme heat. I was tempted to get a chair & rest by the doors, but they were reserved for the coaches. When my son won his second match, I was cursing my partner. He told me our son wasn’t a actually great wrestler, & I would be there for two hours at the most. My pal and I were in the fourth hour when I felt nothing come from the air vents. They didn’t switch to a/c, but the heat wasn’t on either. I felt like I could breathe again. My son came running over to me in tears & said he was ready to go home. He had lost his fourth match & missed getting a trophy & a prize by just one match.