No Next Time, by Gino Giacoio
I was always told to wrestle every match like it was my last, but I never believed my last match would come before I expected.
I was always told to wrestle every match like it was my last, but I never believed my last match would come before I expected.
None of what will happen in my future would be the same had I not wrestled, and for that, I am forever grateful to this sport.
My son is a wrestler.
He is a lightweight in stature, but not in heart.
I have learned, at times I am part of my own journey and at other times I am here to help others with their journey.
The only part I haven’t figured out as of yet, is, which is happening, when.
I lost my dad suddenly, my freshmen year right after counties.
In the game of life, I would call today a win.
It’s an odd moment when you are sharing both congratulations and condolenses.
I use to think it was tough being a wrestler’s girlfriend. But I was wrong.
Being a wrestler’s mom is tougher, and I love it.
Jill Cuba
I love telling stories about this sport and the people involved in it. It is my passion. Everyone has a story.
I would like to tell yours.
Thirty-three years later, what we understood now, that we didn’t quite comprehend then was it was the losses and not the wins that best prepared us for life. They taught us how to handle and come back from adversity.