I didn’t start wrestling until 9th grade. Got better over the years and won a HS state championship my senior year of HS.
In college, I had only one varsity college match. Freshman year at a NAIA/D3 school. I’m the backup 134. Last week of 1st semester. Coach says 142 has a 0.8 gpa and cannot wrestle. Off the team. Tells me I’m going to start my first match against WVU in 2 days. But…We’re putting the starting 134 in to win at 134/142 so I need to weigh in at 134.
Match day. I get bumped to 142 against WVU starter. First period, I shoot a takedown in first 30 seconds, but WVU hits me in a cradle and I fight/flop for 2 ½ minutes to end the period down 0-5. 2nd period, I take bottom. I reverse WVU kid and throw in legs. Force a power half for 2 back! I’m only losing 4-5! Then… I get too high, WVU catches my head, pulls me over, and pins me.
I come off the mat. Coach grabs me and says, “You scored! You scored!” and he's all excited. I’m pissed at coach. What the hell did he expect? Why is he so surprised? I’m supposed to score and try to win. But…I’m stupid and naïve. Find out later, my opponent: Scott Collins, WVU’s first National Champion. He was only a freshman that year and didn’t win D1 until his senior year, but I can say I scored 4 points against him