Originally Posted by
Sanlmar
I never even knew a wrestler until I was an adult. A fellow hockey parent and former college wrestler became a pal of mine. We spent endless hours over the years sitting in rinks watching our kids practice and swapping lies.
This guy wrestled HWT class in college on scholarship. Before the 90’s you had your weight classes but then there was unlimited heavyweight. My buddy is a scary big boy.
I can tell wrestling made him what he is today. The wrestling training stories are incredible. He has a discipline and matter-of-factness that makes for a unique guy. He shies away from nothing that is hard. It’s like he doesn’t feel pain. Reminds me of the character in the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.
He marries a little woman. She was a jock too but is 5’7” max. Their offspring were small. Don’t marry a little girl I always told my son.
Wrestler’s kid was phenomenal on the ice. The best kid year after year. That fucking kid worked hard too. How much was nature vs nurture is hard to say but his father was no nonsense and that family breathed competition.
The wrestler bought a place near us on the lake. I will get a phone call telling me he will be at my dock at 4:45am to go water skiing. “Oh, come on”, I think to myself. Can’t show weakness. Fun to punish my son though. Wrestler has been up since 3am for this. The lake is mirror smooth in the early hours before the recreational traffic.
I often can’t sleep the night before either. It’s gonna be intense. I’m not that good. He has a race ski boat. These things are purpose built. Nothing casual here. His little wife is a phenomenal water skier. Watching the huge ex wrestler on skis is wild too. So fucking strong.
We played hockey on backyard rinks with the kids and he could have ended my life with just one check.
Never saw the movies and they have never come up in conversation but I will now.