It’s taken me years to figure out why I’ve come to love the sport of wrestling. Not the WWE variety; the “Olympic” style that concluded its high school season at the WIAA’s Mat Classic XXIV in the Tacoma Dome this past weekend. Wrestling has been an acquired taste for me. There’s not much pretty about it: it doesn’t feature the ballet-like athleticism of high-level basketball, the explosive playmaking of football, the languid pace punctuated by feats of impossible speed and precision of baseball.
What’s to love about a sport that features equal parts blood, sweat, pain and the constant threat of heartbreak?