SATIRE: Satire Happens

            Wrestling is the greatest sport in the history of this entire freaking world. If you don't just absolutely love wrestling then that's your own miserable (and wrong) opinion. There's nothing about it that I don't just absolutely love. Well. Except for the long practices where you get screamed at by coaches for a good two hours. Then yelled at for another fifteen minutes because you aren't showering fast enough. But it gets better when you get back home because then you can just go straight to your room and sleep instead of staying awake and feeling the temptation of eating all the food in the house. Not to mention how sore and exhausted your muscles are. But I guess days of tournaments are okay. You get the privilege of taking a long, bumpy, and boring bus ride to a place that smells like sweat and lay around for a couple of hours until the wrestling actually starts. Then it still smells like sweat (even worse now) and you're bored out of your skull because there is absolutely nothing to do but watch wrestling. But that's okay because your match is soon, so you can at least quit WATCHING wrestling for awhile. But then you have to deal with getting cranked on for six minutes straight - more if you go into overtime. But when you're done wrestling you can go lay in a mixture of your own sweat and the other guy's sweat. That's one of the best things about the tournament. The very best thing about the tournament is leaving. So you can gorge yourself in food. Just kidding, you have to make weight Monday! See ya, sucker!