leverage my weight enough to push a center back, and I loved tackling people. I just felt ready to give everything I had to wrestling, so ninth grade was the last year I’d put on the cleats. Wrestling was it for me. I wrestled as often as I could. Unfortunately for poor Max, that meant he became my original throw dummy. I kind of big-brothered Max that year when I couldn’t find a training partner. He learned to push back the best he could, but I toughened him up whether or not he was ready for it.
