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My wrastlin' boy

I don't know that I ever expected to have a child who wrestled... I've never been much of a fan.

But we have a great junior wrestling program here in Spokane, and a friend who helps coach... so we decided to give it a go.

E. got a gold medal this week.

He's got some great moves.

We may be in for quite a few wrestling matches over the coming years... and that would be okay with me.

Can't beat a boy who's satisfied with giving his best...





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  1. Anonymous4:55 PM

    My two older brothers wrestled. I never liked watching but somehow a LITTLE boy looks cute in the uniform. So sweet.

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  2. He looks so proud! :0)

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  3. Anonymous7:17 PM

    EBob, way to go buddy.

    Now you won't have to wrestle GrandPa when he comes to visit.

    Neat Pictures

    G'Pa Carson

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  4. Cna he be any cuter? I think not.

    I got to cheer for the wrestling team when they went to CIF- so much more exciting then the football season- so much more.

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