Wrestling on a Sunday

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Carrie had a headache, so Shane and I got out of the house. She felt better and got a lot of cleaning done. Shane scaled bleachers.

I normally avoid wrestling tournaments on Sundays, but this was a nice low key one later in the day. It was for younger kids from Shane's wrestling club and a few other clubs nearby (K-8). The coaches invited my kids to attend if they were available. Four showed up. Shane immediately found one with a phone to latch onto.

By the way, some of my wrestlers are clearly older brothers.

Observe: One pokes...

...and then the other.

Shane makes angry face and they all crack up (minus the kid still playing on his phone).

Shane did a decent job of entertaining himself. I brought his singlet and shoes in case he decided he wanted to wrestle after watching some of his friends. I wasn't going to force him, but if he entertained the thought I would have had him on the mat before he could take it back!

Shane got in trouble at the end when I was coaching my last match. The rounds were a minute to a minute and a half (the clock wasn't visible), but Shane would not stop clamoring for attention/my phone. I told him to wait, but he wouldn't. He jumped on by back, ran in front of me, etc. He cried when dropped the "No video games," between the 2nd and 3rd period. He left me alone the rest of the match, though (my wrestler won, too!). I pulled him aside and told him I would have let him have my phone if he had let me coach. "There's no pause button when my wrestlers are out there. You can wait five minutes. I love you kid, but work on your patience."

There were sniffles until we left. Shane fell asleep on the way home.

That's how we filled most of our Sunday. My wrestlers looked good, but it was more that the other teams looked new.