Bo likes wrestling. I mean he really likes wrestling. He's not a novice to organized sports either. He's played T-ball, soccer, dabbled in rock wall climbing but wrestling is his thing. I should have known that my first born would be pretty good at such a sport when at the tender age of two he could do elevated push ups off of the couch in the double digits. He's an Adonis of sorts - the genetics gods blessed this child with the carbon copy DNA of his father. In fact, some good friends of ours nicknamed him "Thunder" when he was just a wee infant after spotting his developing deltoid muscles, bulging underneath his duckie onesie.Wrestling seemed like such a primordial sport to me at first. Testosterone nation at its finest, or worst depending which eye you were looking through. I have to admit though, I'm hooked. There is something about the intensity of the actions that are involved during a match that get even this pacifist mom's blood flowing. Without further adieu, I give you...The Bo Show.
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