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Wrestling You find your self hunched over, pacing in circles, sweat dripping from every poor. Eyes locked with your opponent, the unspoken feeling you exchange can be described as nothing less than hatred. He steps, you flinch, you step, he flinches, and these fearful acts of aggression only contribute to the speed of your already pounding heart. That’s when you realize, you’re not in hell, you are in a wrestling match, and it isn’t over yet. When I was growing up I didn’t play the more popular sports like baseball or football, I wrestled. Most average kids may not understand, Wrestling is intense. A person who wrestles is pitted against one person, not a team. On the mat, a wrestler is determined to win, he is a gladiator out to kill. By the Seventh grade I was well into my novice wrestling career, and pretty good too. Winning match after match, I began to feel confidence, something I had never felt through sports before. There was something in my opponent’s face when I pinned him, that really let me know I had won. Not me and five other guys, just me. And I didn’t just make the ball go through the hoop more times, I had forced this person to the ground against all their will and strength, until they