Baby A had to do the dance one more time, showing up at Burger stadium Saturday morning, this time by 8:00am, though, since he did not have to weigh-in for the Regional Meet. We chose not to go, instead opting to go to the store to buy groceries, then come home and do some light cleaning (okay, Wife cleaned, I napped). For a second, we honestly thought he was going to be done early, Wife was walking around HEB talking about making this and that for breakfast and because the past couple months we have been at too many tournaments, we haven't even been making breakfasts where we sit together on the weekends. We got home from getting groceries round 10:30am, but Mijo called at 11:00am and said he would be getting done by 1:30pm, so it ruined Wife's ideas of chorizo and papas, and eggs, and all that home cooked breakfast went out the window. Mijo was off by a little, 1:30pm turned into 6:30pm when we decided to go to the arena to see what was going on. We can see on an app what was going on, and all the matches were supposedly done, all the brackets seemed filled.
We got there, and right on cue, we look over to where our team has been sitting and there is our Knucklehead, in a wrestling stance up on the bleachers, grappling with the kid he is always grappling with. We walked in to catch the award ceremonies, they had a little podium and the kids that placed 1-6 all stood together and took pictures. I wondered if we missed this part last week because it ran so late. We then walked over to the group, since the meet was mostly over, we went and sat with them, not worried they would tell us something. The kids were all excited about going to eat at Red Robin, some quickly said they didn't have money, we told them not to worry, we would treat.
One of our girls qualified for State, as an alternate, but she still gets to go and can call herself a State qualifier, much like Mijo gets to call himself a Regional qualifier. It was a very nice and happy meal, like we said, we have gotten to know most of the team, so we know their inside jokes and half the kids know us well enough to come and hug us when they see us, the boys, I mean. They are always happy to see us because we bring them snacks. We sat at the end of the table with the coach and had a decent enough time talking about the kids, how well, they did, how some were there and dropped out, how he kicked some off the team (one kid we never met was allegedly chased by cops and ended up with him flushing something down a toilet, then he got caught with a backpack full of wrestling gear). I am glad we never met this bad apple, most of the kids that lasted all season are great kids, full of respect and fought their hearts out and showed good sportsmanship, even in defeat. I am proud of the team and how far it got, I can only imagine this group will be better and stronger next year.
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