HS Wrestling Tourney

Shane and I showed up at FUMA for a wrestling tournament. I texted Patrick. I thought he should know!

Unfortunately, we didn't see a lot of wrestling. We have a small team that's slanted heavy. The opponents I saw had a small team that was slanted light. There were only three matches! The rest: Forfeits! Then the team we were supposed to wrestle next was absent. They'd been exposed to impetigo (and, small world, it was Uncle Ryan's school).

However, wrestling meets continue to be more kid friendly than people realize. One of the wrestlers amused Shane with snapchat.

We raided the coach's room and stopped by a swim meet next door, too. Shane started to cheer, "Go Red! Go Red!'

Thankfully, it turned out to be the team of who he pushed up next to (and Red won! Shane was pumped).

We got a call from Carrie after a couple of hours. There was a change of plan. I needed to drop Shane off with Grandma and Grandpa in Richmond.

We said our good byes and explored a little on the way to the car.

Shane stopped to cheer on some cadets playing basketball. He parroted a little smack which amused them to no end (all clean).

Neat looking buildings, but we went on our way without the full campus tour. It must have been 7 years or so since Carrie and I picked up Patrick for a weekend reprieve.

The ride to Richmond was nostalgic. It was the same route we'd driven back when.

For me, at least. Shane napped. He's a good traveler like that.