I once read that winning is for the ego, but the journey is for the soul, and I wanted to post here because there has been a lot of talk about fans this weekend...die-hard fans, fair-weather fans, armchair fans, keyboard warriors, young fans, old fans, Iowa Style fans, etc.
This photo is of me and a fan named Jeff Kramer. I hope he's in this group! He's a self-professed die-hard fan that I never met or spoke to until last Friday. That's when he saw me with my face buried in my hands hiding quiet mom sobs after Abe lost. He looked over at me when I finally peeked my red eyes out and said, "I'm sorry, but I have to." And he came over from across the aisle and gave me a big hug. I took this photo with him on Saturday as we were leaving.
The evening before, an elderly gentleman found me in a crowded bar (don't judge! LOL!) and said he wanted to talk to me about my son. It was hard to hear him because a large portion of his jaw had been removed as part of his battle with cancer. Abe and Max had come to pay him a visit in the hospital while he was recovering from surgery. He wanted me to know what a nice and compassionate man Abe was and how much he had lifted his spirits by taking the time to come visit with him.
Winning IS fantastic. But man, the soul was fed this weekend.
The wrestling journey has peaks and valleys, highs and heartaches, and everything in between. But between the noise, there are these incredible moments of humanity, kindness, and loyalty that make being part of the Hawkeye Family so special.
With everything going in it just felt too important not to share. We're all on the journey. Some may be closer to the fire than others, but we're all fighting for Iowa.
You can see the picture from hear. I am not a techno geek by any means, but I know how to copy and past. Oh boy! can https://www.facebook.com/groups/234...880434426233¬if_t=group_activity&ref=notif
This photo is of me and a fan named Jeff Kramer. I hope he's in this group! He's a self-professed die-hard fan that I never met or spoke to until last Friday. That's when he saw me with my face buried in my hands hiding quiet mom sobs after Abe lost. He looked over at me when I finally peeked my red eyes out and said, "I'm sorry, but I have to." And he came over from across the aisle and gave me a big hug. I took this photo with him on Saturday as we were leaving.
The evening before, an elderly gentleman found me in a crowded bar (don't judge! LOL!) and said he wanted to talk to me about my son. It was hard to hear him because a large portion of his jaw had been removed as part of his battle with cancer. Abe and Max had come to pay him a visit in the hospital while he was recovering from surgery. He wanted me to know what a nice and compassionate man Abe was and how much he had lifted his spirits by taking the time to come visit with him.
Winning IS fantastic. But man, the soul was fed this weekend.
The wrestling journey has peaks and valleys, highs and heartaches, and everything in between. But between the noise, there are these incredible moments of humanity, kindness, and loyalty that make being part of the Hawkeye Family so special.
With everything going in it just felt too important not to share. We're all on the journey. Some may be closer to the fire than others, but we're all fighting for Iowa.
You can see the picture from hear. I am not a techno geek by any means, but I know how to copy and past. Oh boy! can https://www.facebook.com/groups/234...880434426233¬if_t=group_activity&ref=notif