My names Michael but everyone calls me mike. I'm a sophmore at MSD.Im a 3rd year wrestler.Im one of those kid's that doesn't give a shit what people think or say about me i just wanna have a good time. I love my family and friends and i would pretty much do anythings for them! If you wanna know more about me add me or talk to me on A.I.M(italianguy51492)
-WRESTLERS: They’re the strongest, fastest, and smartest athletes in the world. But that's not what makes them unique. They are the MOST dedicated people in the world. They sacrifice their lives to a sport of fighting where practice is 3 hours of lifting and throwing and conditioning; 3 hours of a literal street brawl. They give up there social lives. They can’t party and get drunk because making weight on Saturday won't allow it. They can’t go smoke after school because they worked too damn hard to get into shape. They have no team out on the mat with them to help get past an opponent. They stand on a mat with all eyes on them, alone, no one to fall back on when they make a mistake, no safety to make the tackle, and no goalie to make a diving save. They are the leanest and meanest in the world. Ladies want them; men want to be them. This is a tribute to all those who sacrifice everything: their free time, their food, and (most importantly) their life. Why would someone work so hard until they are puking in practice, or sweating in their 3 layers and sauna suit? Why would someone work so hard at something that makes them skip that badass party? Why would they induce the blood, sweat, and tears? Why would they trade-up rest for early morning runs, mid-day workouts, or the extra run after practice to lose that last pound to make weight? The road in wrestling always ends in tears. The man that takes second cries cause his dreams are over, and the man that wins it all cries more than anybody because finally everything that they have afore mentioned is finally worth while. Wrestlers will wrestle through anything because they are friggin' wrestlers. Greatness walks right along with the word wrestler. I salute all who commit their life for something greater; something bigger than themselves. Wrestlers don’t wrestle because they like it; you would be crazy to like beating yourself up on a daily basis, and getting beaten up by teammates and opponents just as much. Wrestlers are those distinct and privileged few who love it; they do it because they were born to. These select people I applaud. There is no future in wrestling, no pro league, no million dollar contract. All there is is a smelly practice room and a dream to be great. Wrestling is not a sport, its a lifestyle
