Mohomet

Took a trip to Mohomet, IL to see our son wrestle. Mohomet is a small town outside of Champaign that lives for wrestling. They teach their children the double chicken wing before they can walk. So not only is it a long drive (one hour each way), you know your going to probably have your work cut out for you when you get there.

We went into the gym it wasn’t looking good for our team; our first four wrestlers had all been beaten. (This included two that had gone to state last year) Kaleb, we hoped, would at least make it a contest in his match. His match started, then in a blink of an eye the hand of the ref hit the mat and the whistle blew. A look at the clock showed that just 11 seconds had ticked off, Kaleb had pinned his kid.

You want your child to do well but I was a little disappointed, I just drove an hour to watch 11 seconds of action. Couldn’t he have toyed with him a while, made it a little more interesting? Oh well, we got back in the car and made the long drive back home. (The Woman put on her favorite CD and gave me a serenade along the way)

Not any painting done but there is always tonight.