Bridging and Grappling
The screen blinks and hums, Mimicking the buzz of fluorescent lights, As the crowd leans in, pulsing, expectant, The cursor strobes, daring me, Breathe. Don’t wait: find an opening, The coaches pace; Keep those feet moving. Make them feel you. Anxious for the first word, first shot. The crowd chants, “Go RJ!” Wrestlers, hoods up, […]