Final Wrestling Meet?

How many things can go wrong with a meet? More than happened tonight, but it's a good story.

First, a kid didn't show up, but his brother did. I called the dad. Then the bus showed up and I hung up. Only the kid wasn't on the bus. I texted the dad back and we sat around. I would have left a high school wrestler behind, but a sixth grader? Seven minutes later the kid was dropped off.

It was a short drive. We arrived without incident. I saw a wrestling mat in the gym, so I waved off the bus. Then someone asked, "Who are you? Why are you here?" The mat was for a high school match. No one expected us.

Whoops.

Parents arrived right about then, too.

I talked to a few coaches and got it sorted out. They'd emailed to try and confirm we were coming months ago, but never heard back. They assumed the match was off. Thankfully, there were some 8th graders on their varsity squad. The varsity coach put on ref wristbands and slid in some exhibition matches. Otherwise, it would have been a lost night.

I want to go back. I asked for permission to set up a match. We'll see if I get it.