During my high school days I wasn't much good in any sport. I went out for basketball but never learned how to dribble (sounds like a STD condition doesn't it?) and move the ball down the court at the same time. Uncoordinated I was. Plus, I didn't like that jab to the ribs I usually got from players on the opposing team when I tried to hang a basket. Even though I was tall (6'4") for my age (12), Ron wasn't going to be a basketball star.
Next up was football. First of all I throw a football like a girl (my gay gene in full bloom). Secondly, have you even been on the bottom of a pile up? All that mud and bodies laying on top of you? What really freaked me out was the seeing the cleats of the shoes at eye level whilst the side of my face was squashed in the mud. Ron wasn't going to be a football star, even though I was a tight end (gay gene again).
Next up, track. I tried the high hurdles but almost always knocked every one down, much to the amusement of my friend Stuart in the stands who would let out a low guffaw that could be heard for miles. Then I tried long distance running, the mile. That's four times around the track folks. First time I ran the mile I noticed that some of my fellow sportsters had ran completely around the track once and were passing me. I was told that I was "lapped." I stuck with long distance running for longer than any other sport but after one season decided to give it up after having finished last in all my races save one, in which I finished next to last. Ron wasn't going to be a track star.
|That's me, first row kneeling on the right - 1959|
Next up baseball. Well, since I threw a football like a girl, how do you think I threw a baseball? That's right, Priscilla Mae throws a long one! Baseball out, even when I played the outfield. You should have seen me dancing around the outfield trying to catch a long fly only to have it fall behind me, in front of me, and even one time right on my noggin. Ron wasn't going to be the next Joe Dimaggio.
Now we come (no pun intended) to a sport that I liked and did well in, wrestling. I don't know why but I was very agile in wrestling. I didn't have the weight (I was skinny all through high school, never weighing more than 160 for my 6'4" inches of height) but I was able to outthink most of my opponents. However, I had one BIG problem. As you know in wrestling, the outfits are tight and some of the holds are...um....awkward. Now this is where my gay gene comes into play again. Because I was young with my hormones just starting to kick in, wrestling was out of the question for me. Oh sure, I tried it but invariably I became aroused (or halfway aroused-my lady readers might not understand this but I'm sure most of my male readers understand) and I would have to throw the match to end it quickly before I became the butt (no pun intended, well maybe) of jokes. "Hey look! Tipton has a hard on! What are you? A fairy?" Oh sure, I wanted to GO THERE.
So last night while I was perusing the local newspaper I came across these wrestling photos that brought back fond (and erotic) memories of the one high school sport I enjoyed - wrestling.
So what was your favorite high school sport?