RhodyRaybo's blog

I have been wrestling for over a year. I became addicted to the sport immediately after my first match. Seeing that I can host in my basement with my family's full knowledge, I have had 74 matches with about three quarters of them here in my basement. Not once has the family ever interrupted any of my matches.

But when my matches meet me at my house I very often stand in front of the house and wait. I'll request they text when they get off the highway, for I am just 3 minutes from the exit, and I stand outside or look out the window in eager anticipation. Then it happens, I see a car. If I don't know what they're driving, then I'm wondering...if there's more than one person in the car, it's not him. If it's a woman driving, it's not him. obviously. But then it happens, I see the car. It's him! Either he's been here before, or I just recognize him by his photo or description. The heart is racing, the adrenalin is already pumping.

He pulls up by the house. I'm smiling and waiting for him to get out of the car and get his gear. I can't wait much longer, but try to hide my excitement. We go inside. It's time. We go inside down to the basement. Then the fun begins. Why do I stand outside and wait? Maybe it's the thrill of the anticipation. I don't really know. But once they drive up, I know 80 percent of the battle is done...scheduling the match. Ding, ding, ding. Let the games begin!