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