In my next life...

So I think I've found my true calling if this whole photojournalism thing doesn't work out... amateur wrestling baby!

I covered it last night and saw the glory that is wrestling on a small level - blood, spandex and all. The only downside was that it was held at the National Guard Armory and there wasn't any air-conditioning. The setting did provide an interesting juxtaposition, though, as it paired a long curly-haired wrestler in an electric blue speedo trying to rehearse his moves with an enormous army tank in the background.

But the fans were awesome and ran the gamut from one kid wearing a full leather mask of his favorite wrestler (again, there wasn't any air-conditioning and I'm surprised this kid didn't pass out from heat-stroke) to this cute middle-aged couple wearing khakis and polos. They looked like they had just stepped off the golf course, and I can only assume they were there giving parental support to their wrestling son.

Everyone should go to something like this - I don't care if you love wrestling, hate wrestling, or have never given it a second-thought. It is a true experience.

Courtney