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Essay Archive - Wrestling; Poetry in Motion
Wrestling; Poetry in Motion
My heart beats faster as I approach my opponent. My enemy stands as a
colossus although I know in my mind he is my only equal. The crowd grows
louder as we step on our lines, and the only thought echoing through my mind is
"shoot for the leg!". These are the happenings before every match, and yet I
still return. Wrestling, in my mind is one of the greatest sports. The idea of
a battle between two equal men, both striving for the same goal is something I
live for. Different people wrestle for different reasons, but what I wrestle
for is the exhilar....
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