years, and I’d had my guns trained on it for a long time. This would be my first time stacking myself up against a who’s who of kids my age from all over the country. I was amped to get in there and showcase myself and let all the work I’d put in pay off. I knew this would be my moment to arrive. Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I went 0–2, scoring a goose egg in the biggest tournament of my life! It was a huge letdown. We drove five hundred miles just so I could flop in both matches, which was a serious blow to me. I had gone all-in on wrestling.
