proud much

Today is the date that Mr.Escalera passed away. Feb 6, 1999. RIP. Thank you for giving the world the lovely gifts that are Giani, Julian Paul, and Faith... Oh yeah, and sometimes Shelley, when she's nice... Arright, so today was my last highschool dual meet of my life. I've made my decision. I'm so proud that I won. This match meant so much to me. My mom and dad came to support me. Jaleel, Alex, and Michael also came to support me. The head coach of Evergreen's wrestling team was Jason, he lives in the same house as Mac and Mike. The guy that I wrestled today was the same guy that I wrestled 2 years ago. I was a freshmen in varsity. My match two years ago, I was winning by around 6-8 points the whole match. Then, there was 4 seconds left and the guy cradled me and pinned me [I lost with 4 seconds left in my match]. If I had more "gana" "guts" "heart" "will" I could've won that match. But, I didn't. I was only a little freshmen.. After that match I was so devastated. I worked so hard but I still didn't get my reward of a win from varsity matches. I didn't wrestle my Sophomore year. Then today came. The same guy, the same school, the same weight class. He wrestled last year. He's been working out. He's been winning his matches. I haven't wrestled in a year. I'm out of shape, well not really. But, I've been losing my matches. We started off bumping heads. He's gotten stronger since 2 years ago. At first I was winning with so much points. Then, I started to get tired. I didn't think straight. He was starting to gain more and more points. Catching up to me. I nearly had him pinned severaly times, but he wiggled out. He nearly got me too, but I wanted it badly! The last round came. I was winning. I somehow ended up with a 1 point lead over him. He nearly scored on me but I got away. In my head I was saying "Not this time nigguh!" 1.6 seconds left on the clock. I was on bottom position and he was on top. All he had to do was to score even just a little to either tie or win. But, all I had to do was not get scored on. I wanted it bad... The ref blew the whistle and BAM I leaped foward trying to buy me some time. It worked! I won! Today, I got my revenge. I wanted it more. This meant so much to me, to win. This time I had heart. There was a few times during the match where he nearly got me, but I wanted it so bad. I wanted it more..This is one of the few times in my whole entire life that I can say, "I'm kinda proud of myself.."