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feeling the magnitude of the feat. Baseball had a lot of charms for me, both as a fan and a player, but I have no real memory of watching wrestling early on, even in person. The first time I can remember going to a meet was in fifth grade, when I attended the high school state tournament. It was a dark sport, for the most part. Obviously there wasn’t any streaming going on, and no highlight packages on SportsCenter; unless you were scouring for it in trade magazines, coverage of the local wrestling circuit was minimal.
Funky: My Defiant Path Through the Wild World of Combat Sports
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