Yesterday my eldest son won first place in our state.
Sadly though, the sport he loves is one I really hate.
My son is a wrestler; a sport where (mostly) boys
Try to kill each other in a gym that's full of noise.
First they circle 'round a mat and slap each other's head.
Then one grabs a leg and flips the other. (Two kids bled.)
Then they grab a crotch or neck and choke the fallen kid.
Those poor other mothers had to watch what my son did.
Because my son thrashed the kids that he faced in a fight.
After 30 seconds one boy wasn't walking right.
Now it's on to Regionals; his season isn't done.
Even though I hate to watch; I'm so proud of my son.