Death to all Tyrants! (Collins Hill :( )

Hey, sorry about how this worked out. I was blogging Friday, but I lost track of time and Mom showed up and I had to leave to go to State and cheer on my teammates. Well, I'm home from State, I'm exhausted, and I'll probably have to finish this post tomorrow morning, but I'm happy. I really wish I had gone to State to match last year, it really has changed my idea of my priorities. I don't know what it was, but seeing the joy in every one's faces when someone won the match to place or something, it made me want that. I can hardly imagine hopping around on that center mat, with everyone watching, looking in the face of my family sitting in the corner of the mat during the finals. It has to be such a satisfying feeling and state of mind. Even just making it to State would be huge. I mean think, you make it to the show, even if you lose two straight matches and get out, your still top 16 in the state. That's really good. And with Brookwood being a AAAAA school, this is the best of the best, the cream of the crop, the botta of the bing (idk, I'm reachin'). This whole varsity wrestling experience is making me rethink next year. I'm kind of kicking around the idea of not playing football next year. I just have to wonder where I could be one year from now if I only concentrate on Wrestling, and I don't think playing, more like watching from really good seats, Brookwood football is worth not testing it out. I want to be sure that, when I'm done next year, I can know that I didn't miss any chances, and I'm afraid playing football will prove itself to have been a waste of time and effort. It is kind of sad to think of not playing that senior year, but I just think my passion for wrestling outweighs any benefits football will bring me.
But anyway, to the tournament. I have to say, this was some of the most exciting, intense wrestling that I have ever seen. The whole stinkin tournament was upsets. It was crazy. Brookwood had two people place, seniors Joe Epps, 5th at 130, and Corbin Neilson, 4th at 215. That was good, and they had some crazy matches, but I have to say, there were others that were great. For instance, there is a heavyweight from Union Grove names Mena who is half minivan. He's huge, and scary huge. He's cut as all get-out, built in a V shape, but has to cut weight to make 285. His shoulders are at least twice as wide as mine. Well, big shock, he was picked by many to win State this year. He had a rough match against some white kid, who's school I can't remember right now, and lost in overtime. Then yesterday, after pinning his first opponent in 8 seconds, met a sophomore from Central. Somehow, Mena was pinned in the 3th period, and we all almost passed out in excitement. But that wasn't the only intense match of the weekend, although I won't bore you with two many stories.
However, I will bore you with one more, in order to express the true feeling of the weekend and thus explain the title of this blog. Ok, Parkview and Grayson lost a special part of my heart the last few days. As of today, Collins Hill holds sole possession of the most disliked school in my mind. Those were the most obnoxious, snobby, good :(, loud, pain-in-the-butt, classless group of people I have ever had to spend considerable time with. Those stupid fans had every noicemaking tool and technique, and wouldn't shut up. They were considerably obnoxious. Seriously, it seems, no matter what team you were from, you cheered for the guy wrestling the Collins Hill kid. I cheered for kids from places even like Parkview and Grayson, just because they were wrestling Collins Hill. Then, they had 6 wrestlers in the finals. Well, they had won 5 and were waiting anxiously, but sadly not quietly for their 6th wrestler. He was a 215 from Valdosta, and was counted out from the beginning. No one figured that anyone could touch the kid from Collins Hill. However, the score was only 1-0 in the 3rd with Valdosta on bottom. Well, with about 40 seconds left in the match, Collins Hill started to stall. For those of you not familiar with the sport of Wrestling, stalling is when you cause yourself to get into a position where, while your not doing anything, the other wrestler can't do anything either. I you do this for over 5 seconds, you get warned. Do it again, it's a point for the other guy. Well, with I believe 37 seconds left, Collins Hill gets hit with a second stalling call. Now it's all tied up. This causes Collins Hill's little cheering section to flip. Their coach calls the Refs over to discuss the call, for a long time I might add, and my favorite part of the match occurred. Most people were pretty chill at this moment because all the other mats were done, so the AAAAA final was the only one going, and there weren't many Valdosta people there. Well, once Collins Hill's fans quited, the Collin's Hill wrestler waved his hands for them to cheer again. This causes them to chant something... I'm sure they practise that by the way. Well, in an attempt to salvage something, the Valdosta gives one wave to his small section of Valdosta fans. However, the entire arena, everyone from every school other than Collins Hill, stood up and started to chant his name. Most people didn't even know the kids name and had to look it up, but never fail, the Collins Hill people were immediately covered up. I loved it. Sure enough, after fighting for a little, Valdosta got an escape with 2 seconds left and won. The place went WILD. It was one of the moments you just had to sit back and observe. It was the ultimate David and Goliath story, only Goliath's obnoxiously loud friends and family were there to see it. It was great, and really put a capitalization point on a great tournament. Well, I could definitely sit here and talk about the tourney all day, but its actually really early Sunday morning now, and I need to go to sleep. But if you want to read more, you can always read the tiny one I wrote Friday, since I'm sure you haven't yet. Well, if you made it this far, thanks for reading all of this, I kinda got long-winded. Well, I'll blog again soon, till then, take care!

I'm doin' great, so I figured I'd brag about it :)

Hey guys, what's up? I'm sure hopin that we're all doing good. (By "we're", I meant ya'll, I'm just trying to make it more personal, like we're all together. I sure am clever, aren't I?) Well, today's Thursday, meaning my Wrestling season's officially over. I'm now entering the strange, blissful 3 month time period during which I'm not doing any high school sports. It's crazy, I start the year in football, then the school day after we lose some game we should've never lost due to crappy coaching, I start Wrestling. That wonderful sport lasts to, well, yesterday, unless I end up making it to State, which I definetly plan to make next year. Now, I get to chill out like a "normal" high schooler, only playing the extraordinarily chill sport of Baseball. Well, I'm done with bragging and it's actually Saturday night now, I'll explain, and I want to post a totally different blog on another subject, so I'm gonna rap this one up. I'll talk to ya'll again in like two seconds in my next post. See ya'll!

Just Checking In... I'm Bored :( Kinda...

Hey guys, what up? I just be chillin here at my crib and I figured I'd let my homies know what's crackin... Wow, I'm really white. Well, if you didn't quite catch what all that junk was, I'm just kinda relaxin at the house... the normal sunday... and I figured, it's been a while since I've blogged, why not do it know? I tell you, I love just chilling out here after wrestling yesterday, but I feel slightly stir crazy. Well, at least I can eat. My wresling season ended yesterday with a slightly dissapointing Area Championships on my part. It kind of stinks, but I'm ok. The parents aren't home, so me and Sam have been hangin' with Grandma for the weekend. They got a free cruise from my mom's work, so those lucky pains are relaxing in the Bahamas, but I'm not jealous (of those little jerks). But I don't care, I'm happy. I absolutly love life at the moment, everything's pretty good. I think... I've got chocolate milk, that's good. I love chocolate, and chocolate milk is most defenitly the best possible chocolate option for consuming in beverage form. And I finished that sentence in words that were unneccesarily lengthly.
No, but I really am good. Even dissapointments and short-comings aren't overly effecting. I seem to be able to allow things to roll of my back, which is normally my goal in life, but it doesn't normally just happen this well. But, I can't complain, cause that would be dumb. So, what to say now... well, if any of ya'll care, me and Celia's doing good. We're hittin 4 months together on Thursday, the 12th. It really is amazing, I didn't figure I could be with one girl for over a month. And next week is Valentines day (I probably misspelled valentines, but what ever) and that should be good. I had the SC over the other day (for those of you not 'in the know,' the SC is the Sober Circle, read the last blog) and, as normally happens, I picked up some new music. The biggest of which is a band called Framing Hanely, who does a rock version of Lil' Wayne's "Lollipop" and, since that song's so good, I listened to the rest of the album. It really is good, I'm real happy that I listened to Nate. Well, I'm afraid that I gotta go look for a new power cord for my cell online. It seems to have broken, so I have been keeping my phone off to save the battery. That is probably adding to the stir-craziness, I can't talk to nobody. Well, Ima run and I'll hit ya'll later.