Beware the Wrestling Room
Our team has a new wrestling room. They call it the Black Box. It’s not an exaggeration. It is literally a black, windowless room. And it smells bad. Like sweaty kids.
In fact, fellas, you should invest a little money in air fresheners (or deodorizers). Love ya boys but you smell.
Here’s the embarrassing part of the story. Of course this would happen to me. Only me. I have a knack for finding myself in embarrassing situations. Maybe it’s a talent or a skill. I don’t know but it happens over and over.
The wrestling room aka Black Box is usually locked from the inside. I suspect it is to keep moms out of the room during practice.
Well, it was cold and rainy the other night. I mean, it was COLD. So, when one of the guys opened the door to leave after practice, I slipped in.
Should have waited. Like should have waited another 5 minutes. But no, I was cold so I decided to brave the stink in exchange for warmth.
Well… I walk in and see across the room Coach #2 in his underwear! Like no kidding. And he looked RIGHT AT ME. We made EYE CONTACT.
Crap. This guy could be my kid. So embarrassing!
I turned away quickly so he could get some pants on.
Seriously, Coach, next time go into the locker room area to change! Moms are lurking everywhere and the LAST thing we want to see is the wrestling team in their underwear.
Oh, dear. Now I literally will be seeing Coach #2 in his underwear at matches. I won’t be able to get that image out of mind, a little like seeing road kill.
A Little Advice
Sorry, Coach #2, but as a mom, I’ve seen it before and a little advice… change in the locker room. Please.