Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Springtime: Time to Wrestle
Yard wrestling is the quintessential reenactment of a childhood experience--wrestling your best bud on the cool grass. I had a friend when I was in seventh and eighth grade who was almost exactly my size. He was thin and blond and loved to wrestle me. Almost every afternoon after school it seemed like we wound up at his house or mine, and after some preliminary trash talk, we took to the carpets--or in nice weather-to the yard.
He was proud of his body, and it took very little to get him to shed his shirt and come in after me. We would always lock up standing and look for an opening. Neither of us had much training. It was all instinct and primal urge. The desire to prove that you could dominate your friend if it really came down to it.
And with us, it came down to it almost every afternoon.