Wrestling is gay.
In my last High School their P.E. class was the best of the lot. All the previous schools had P.E. but they all spent inordinate time with specific sports while the very last school spent two weeks per sport so if there was one that you didn't like, no worries, you'd be off it in two weeks. Baseball, football, basketball, blah. And it was the best equipped school of all. They had an olympic size pool, tennis courts, race track, basketball court, football field. We were exposed to golf, lacrosse, volley ball, gymnastics, even rifle shooting. And I learned the thing about wrestling is you're equally matched strength for strength so you wear out in mere minutes. It's like isometrics. Whatever you do, your strength is equalled exactly. Boom, you're done in nothing flat. It's exhausting.
And it had been years since my older brother trained me. I wasn't ready.
Had Barry kept wrestling with me then I'd have been more prepared.
He used to beat me up regularly. Pinned me down and taunted me. He'd laugh as he overpowered me. It was humiliating. Every single day he'd push me around and physically dominate me and laugh as he did it and it pissed me right off with his physical superiority and his superior wrestling knowledge.
And then one day I thought, the key here is his laughing. I must make a point to do that. So that day I did laugh as we wrestled and that threw him off his game. Plus all that wrestling strengthened me. I copied what he did. He'd pin me down and hover over my face work up some slimy spit and dangle it over my face then suck it back in his mouth at the last second. Then laugh at me being tortured. Taunting me with his spit globs and laughing.
That day I pinned him, laughed at him, and dangled spit over his face then sucked it back in. Over and over, laughing tauntingly the whole time.
And that was the end of that.
No more wrestling.
I was cut off. Because I could beat him. Because of that, no more wresting. His ego couldn't take being beaten. I only beat him once. And that was the end. And I missed it.
And that absence showed later in High School during those two weeks of wrestling. It wasn't fun. It was exhausting. And there was no laughing and no spit glob dangling.
That whole spit thing was Barry's invention. Not mine.
What a creep.