I wrestled in HS and College. It was a great sport I thought because outside of knowledge and experience, there was no one skill/capability that you had to have. If you were tall and thin, there were moves and strategies for that. If you were short and squat, there were moves and strategies for that. Of course strength always helped and I got my butt kicked by a guy in HS that looked like he should have been on a leash and the stud of our team, who was 2 weight classes above me, was worried he was going to have to wrestle him until weigh ins.
Quickness helped. Determination helped. Had a friend who was a B+ wrestler who lost his fair share but never got pinned because he would break his neck bridging before giving up.
Anyway, your story reminded me of when I was in college and the reigning Mr. California went to the same school. (This was in the early days of steroids and most of the guys on the football team took them.) This guy did for sure and he had an incredible body. His brother was on the wrestling team with me and he used to come wrestle for fun. He was my weight class. He was very strong, very quick and had tremendous balance. And he wrestled in HS so he knew what he was doing. But I was in better shape. When we wrestled, it was about 2 minutes of trying to hold onto a wild animal and then he would get tired and I would pin him. Had he only known how close he was to beating me, he would have kept at it and I would have lost my spot. But he was convinced I was better.
The single worst play of the game for me was the penalty Ramsey committed after the interception. Instead of being at the 50, we were at our own 35. We drove down but couldn't get in. With those 15 extra yards, we would have scored a TD. Instead, we let them know they could stop us and that changed the game right there.
