My first tournament of my sophomore year was a particular joy. As I stepped on the scale to weigh in I heard some snickering from the corner of the room. As I got dressed one of my teammates told me that several other wrestlers had been talking poorly about me. They were other men from my weight class who apparently knew one another. They had been describing to each other how they would each defeat me, along with the other wrestlers in our weight class.
Boasting is not uncommon in my sport but it still upsets me a great deal. I was lucky enough to face two of these snickering boys later in the tournament and pin them both. They had been seeded in the bracket while I had not been. Their looks of shock felt far more rewarding than the weight of the medal that hung around my neck as we drove home.
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