Last night was the final dual of our season. The boys wrestled hard again. We won about half the matches. It’s a testament to the boys’ determination, but also the persistance of head coach Dave, who made sure the match-ups were fair.
After the wrestling we had a pizza party. It was like an awards banquet without the awards. It was fun. Never having been at one, I was nervous to make a speech. It was short because I didn’t know what to say and because that’s the number one comment I hear from people who go to sports banquets: they’re too long.
Dave got shirts for everyone. Kim printed team pictures. The boys (their moms) got gift cards to restaurants for me and Dave. My favorite part about the thank you was a card signed by all the boys.
I’m going to miss wrestling.
I like the saying. I think it goes well with your super grand master peggle award, too.
Awwwww…. that’s so cool! The saying reminds me of the tagline from “Fame”. You’re so lucky, Coach Cody.
There are two Seans on the team? Crazy. In my whole likfe I have only know one Sean. Ever.
And…either some of those kids have wonky first names, or they signed using a nickname or last name…or did someone name their kid Kozzy?
Cool loot. Happy season’s end!
Kozzy is the son of Fozzy the Bear and Kermit the Frog; we welcome open relationships here.
HA!
Now that I picture this kid in my mind, Kim – you may just be right about his heritage! Face and bone structure of Fozzy Bear…perpetually frustrated look of Kermit the Frog – he’s lost the green genes, though. (No relation to Mr. Green Jeans, of course – he was from yet another much older children’s show.)
Give us your speech!
If I’m remembering correctly, it was something like this:
Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers!
I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me.
A day may come when the courage of Men fails
When we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship
But it is not this day
An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the Age of Man comes crashing down
But it is not this day!
This day we fight!
By all that you hold dear on this good earth
I bid you stand, Men of the West!
verbatim!
You did darn good for your 1st Athlectic Speech…especially at the end when you stood on the table: (was that the prayer?)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVXjC5_WKP8
Way to go Coach Royuk! What a season indeed! You had secret hidden athletic talents there all along!
So I gotta ask the new physical you… how the heck did you stay crouched down, balancing yourself on your toes for so long while coaching the wrestlers? Aren’t you too old to be able to do that?
During the first dual, I wasn’t able to crouch the whole time. I had to actually sit on the ground. I’ve really built up my crouch muscles over the course of the season. My inspiration was one of my football coaches, Mr. Fritzler. I think he could’ve slept in a crouch. (As opposed to sleeping on a couch, which I have already mastered.)
I’m pretty sure I was born without crouch muscles.
My thoughts exactly, Pegster! My knees would have been screaming at me after about fifteen seconds. Crouch muscles, crotch muscles, fageddaboutit – I’d be in serious pain down there. You do indeed possess a hidden talent, Brad – perhaps not all that marketable in today’s economy outside of the edge of a wrestling mat, but a talent nonetheless.