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I haven’t wrestled competitively since about the fourth grade—and even then, “competitive” is a stretch. But I grew up around the sport, and I’ve always had a deep respect for the kind of dedication it takes to be a wrestler.

I was lucky to grow up in Iowa City in the '70s, and from 1973 to 1978, Gary Kurdelmeier was our neighbor. So we kind of had a front-row seat to what would become the launchpad for the Iowa wrestling dynasty. In the summers, a bunch of us neighborhood kids would head down to the old Fieldhouse and up to the wrestling room, I think it was on the third floor, near where they moved the weight room in the '90s.

The Iowa guys would let us train with them. I suspect the neighborhood moms had worked something out with Mr. Kurdelmeier to keep us out of trouble and out of their hair. Among those kids? The future drummer in @WWDMHawkeye's band & All-American at Cornell. I was convinced I was going to wrestle for Iowa someday. They spent a lot of time working on my bridge technique. One guy told me, “If you can stay off your back, you might win a dual someday.”

My dad wasn’t really a wrestling guy, but he was always game to take us to Iowa duals. Chcuk Yagla, Bud "Rocky" Palmer and Chris Campbell were my favorites. Campbell was a stud. Bruce Kinseth was a Decorah Viking which made him a family favorite as well. During the '75 NCAA tournament, Mrs. Kurdelmeier would call one of the neighborhood moms after each session with updates on how “the boys” were doing. That mom would then relay the news to all of us kids, who'd pass it along to our parents. I swear, we had better intel than the afternoon Press-Citizen.

Eventually, I started playing basketball. In Junior High, we'd play pickup games at the Fieldhouse, back when the university was incredibly laid-back about their facilities. You could just show up and play. And every single day, without fail, there’d be one guy running the stairs in a full plastics suit, sweating like crazy, looking like he was prepping for a bout with Apollo Creed. I remember thinking two things: 1) Any sport that demands that level of offseason commitment is the real deal, and 2) Wrestlers are absolutely nuts.

These days, when I do play-by-play—or whatever it is I do—I am still learning the sport. I listen to the duals on the radio and watch on TV. I don’t sync the video to the audio when I’m watching matches; I actually prefer to watch it and then have Grace and Ironside describe what I saw. It's made me a better observer of the sport than I ever was before, but let’s be honest—there are plenty of folks in Carver-Hawkeye Arena who could talk circles around me when it comes to actual wrestling knowledge.

Basketball worked out okay. I played a little D3 and then stuck with it through some old man leagues after college which helped me meet people when I moved to a new town. And for the record, I could never have run stairs in plastics.
Fantastic post, Vall!

Minor correction — the guy who wrestled for Cornell (Ithaca, not Mt. Vernon) was our lead singer. Yours truly was the drummer.😉
 
Now all we need is a Fanta post 🤣
Faygo Red Pop or Rock and Rye. My grandpa used to make floats out of either when we would stay the night. If you got an ice cold bottle, first opened, the carbonation would tickle your nose on that first pull. Nothing on this Earth has ever compared…
 
Fantastic post, Vall!

Minor correction — the guy who wrestled for Cornell (Ithaca, not Mt. Vernon) was our lead singer. Yours truly was the drummer.😉
Ah ha, I knew there was a WWDM connection

Several things:

1) In the late 70's there were noon pickup volleyball games in the gym off the Fieldhouse floor. Pretty good level of competition.

2) Just finished, "The Dream Team" great read on the Cornell title in 1947. It was given to me by a guy whose Dad was a frosh on the team.

Some mod should re-title this 197 et al
 
I still mix 5 different sodas together when at McDonald's ect
"Suicides" is what we called them at Scout camp. I still do them today as well, but usually just two or three anymore. Some combination of Dr Pepper or Mr Pibb and Cherry Coke or Wild Cherry Pepsi. Occasionally another flavor or two if they have some unique choices.
 
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"Suicides" is what we called them at Scout camp. I still do them today as well, but usually just two or three anymore. Some combination of Dr Pepper or Mr Pibb and Cheery Coke or Wild Cherry Pepsi. Occasionally another flavor or two if they have some unique choices.
Did you have a scout master named Kevin?

And I do this soda drinking responsibly. Won't do it every time. Only if my body is ready and not over 24 Oz
 
No, my Scoutmaster was Verle. He was the Lockmaster at L&D 16 east of Muscatine, We went to Camp Miniyata (sp?) back in the day. It's now a county wildlife education center. The PX there was way better than the one at the camp where my son went.
 
It doesn’t seem to matter now, but does he have eligibility remaining?

nerd observing GIF
 
"Suicides" is what we called them at Scout camp. I still do them today as well, but usually just two or three anymore. Some combination of Dr Pepper or Mr Pibb and Cherry Coke or Wild Cherry Pepsi. Occasionally another flavor or two if they have some unique choices.

Man look at you getting all wild mixing cherry flavored pops. You should get crazy sometime and mix coke and Pepsi, or 7 Up and Sprite. Time to live.

Anyway, we all called them suicides.
 
And since someone brought up Mexican Coke. If you ever have the chance - Japanese Pepsi is the king of all dark colas.
 
just to drop a weird addition to this never ending soda stream... I always picked HIRES root-beer or Cherokee Red soda.... after that and getting away from soda I went to Ice tea and now enjoy Arnold Palmer Ice tea.... at home I generally drink the homemade Sun tea when she sets the tea out in the gallon jug for the afternoon and it steeps on its own. I also found an old pop bottle in my house attic ..it is a Kickapoo Joy Juice bottle... I guess it was a citrus flavored soda similar to Mt Dew or Slice. Its a great bottle with the old painted on white graphics
 
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As a fellow Michigan youth, Faygo Red Pop was/is the best. Every time I sip some I'm sent right back to the pool at the neighbor's house, or sitting in front of the evening news with my grandparents.
 
I've hesitated on this so as not to get on Terry's bad side, but the most creative mix I ever had is half orange juice and half 7 up or Sprite

Maybe Terry grew up watching Jack Lalanne? One of the greatest quotes possible for body health when I was young: "If it tastes good, spit it out!"

If you can avoid it, you don't know what you are missing. But, soda/pop is ABSOLUTELY one of the best tasting refreshments anyone could possibly ingest!
 
just to drop a weird addition to this never ending soda stream... I always picked HIRES root-beer or Cherokee Red soda.... after that and getting away from soda I went to Ice tea and now enjoy Arnold Palmer Ice tea.... at home I generally drink the homemade Sun tea when she sets the tea out in the gallon jug for the afternoon and it steeps on its own. I also found an old pop bottle in my house attic ..it is a Kickapoo Joy Juice bottle... I guess it was a citrus flavored soda similar to Mt Dew or Slice. Its a great bottle with the old painted on white graphics
Have you ever been to the White Turkey in Conneaut OH?

They sell Richardson root beer. Believe they've been family owned for 75 ish years now. Just 30 some miles from the Geneva OH Oly training center where wrestling events are held. Another 15 miles to the east is famous Camp Lambec. Another 25 miles to the East is Erie.

If you have not been to Erie, it's worth a weekend in summer. Stay on the Harbor, two good hotels. Learn about Commodore Perry and his kicking of the English Asses in the War of 1812.....Patriot if there ever was one.
 
Have you ever been to the White Turkey in Conneaut OH?

They sell Richardson root beer. Believe they've been family owned for 75 ish years now. Just 30 some miles from the Geneva OH Oly training center where wrestling events are held. Another 15 miles to the east is famous Camp Lambec. Another 25 miles to the East is Erie.

If you have not been to Erie, it's worth a weekend in summer. Stay on the Harbor, two good hotels. Learn about Commodore Perry and his kicking of the English Asses in the War of 1812.....Patriot if there ever was one.
Just drove through coming back to Iowa from our cabin in Pennsylvania and we stopped at three of the wineries just north of erie. Cannot say I was impressed with the wine or the locations, but it's a pretty drive.
 
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Blast from the Pre-Diabetes Days: JOLT cola!!!!!!!!!!

Wasn't everywhere, but I could always find it in Humboldt.
 
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Just drove through coming back to Iowa from our cabin in Pennsylvania and we stopped at three of the wineries just north of erie. Cannot say I was impressed with the wine or the locations, but it's a pretty drive.
East of Erie???? hard to have to be on land north of erie

Another gem is Chataqua Institute.
Just drove through coming back to Iowa from our cabin in Pennsylvania and we stopped at three of the wineries just north of erie. Cannot say I was impressed with the wine or the locations, but it's a pretty drive.
Scratch the fruity wine. Have a Yuengling!!!!
 
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East of Erie???? hard to have to be on land north of erie

Another gem is Chataqua Institute.

Scratch the fruity wine. Have a Yuengling!!!!
The cabin is in northeast Pennsylvania. Wineries north of Erie along Hwy 20. Actually we stayed on Chautauqua Lake going out. And love the Yuengling. Especially the Hershey Porter. Too bad it's seasonal, I always buy multiple cases and bring it back to try to stock up.
 
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