Our cousins asked if Helaine and I would go with them to their son Max’s match this evening. Max is a sophomore at Beckman High School¹. He wrestles!
My knowledge of wrestling is limited. I watched wrestling on TV as a kid. When I worked in Charlotte, we actually taped wrestling in the studio!
One evening I walked past a guy wearing a wrestling singlet, reading the Associated Press wire. It was a surreal moment.
What I experienced was meaningless. That’s not wrestling. What I saw tonight was and it opened my eyes.
What a crazy, brutal sport.
Beckman was visiting Northwood High School, also in Irvine. Think nice campus for a small liberal arts college and you’ve got Northwood.
The wrestlers are divided into weight classes. The idea is to pin your like sized opponent, though there are other ways to score points.
Wrestling on TV is violent, but it’s fake. This wrestling is violent too. No chairs are being thrown, this is much more controlled.
“Do people get hurt,” I asked? Max proceeded to explain they do and it was surprising there was no blood tonight!
It’s obvious while you watch, all the participants are deep in the zone. Everyone is pumping out maximum strength. Some, in pain and obviously losing, had an “I wish I was anywhere else” look on their face as their matches progressed.
Max won his contest. The Beckman Patriots won the meet. No one questioned my lying on my belly like a reptile to shoot 399 photos. It was a good night.
¹ – As it turns out the Beckman High School wrestling team has a website designed by me.