Stranger Than Fiction (True Stories)
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Nick Feldman says, "As a whole, wrestlers are more comfortable with themselves. There's not too many egos getting blown everywhere because that's just all smoke. It's anti-NBA, pretty much."
"Hell," says Sara Levin. "Going through hell together does it. You know that a guy in Russia is going through the same thing that this guy here is, trying to cut this much weight. They've got to do the same thing to get on the mat. There's a bond in that we're not a glamorous sport. We're not high-profile, money. You know that you're down and dirty."
Like brothers, they even look alike. Many with broken noses. Cauliflower ears. Most have a kind of pulpy, boiled look from sweating hard and landing on their faces. They're all muscled like an anatomy chart. Most seem to have heavy brows.
"In our wrestling room, we usually have the heat high," says Mike Engelmann, whose long eyelashes are in contrast to his brow. "What that does is it kind of flushes your body. You sweat all of it out. You drink more and sweat it out again, and it kind of sinks the cheeks and the eyes in, a little bit, and the forehead's all you've got left sticking out there. I kind of like the look, because it shows you're working hard."
This brotherhood thing seems to end when the ref blows his whistle.
On Saturday, despite all the years of preparation, the freestyle tournament is all over, fast.
Joe Calavitta loses and is out of the Olympics.
In Junior competition, Justin Petersen wins, and as soon as he's off the mat he throws up.
The few people in the stands cheer, Sheldon Kim's wife, Sasha, saying softly, over and over, "Go, Shel. Go, Shel. Go, Shel…"
"When you're in there, one-on-one with somebody," says Timothy O'Rourke, "you can't even hear what's going on in the stands."
O'Rourke is pinned in five seconds.
Sheldon Kim loses.
Trevor Lewis wins his first match, but loses his second.
Chris Rodrigues wins his first match.
Sheldon Kim's younger brother, Sean, loses to Rodrigues.
Mark Strickland goes against Sean Harrington, with Lee Pritts coaching from a corner. Behind in the match, Strickland calls a time-out, screaming at Pritts, "I'm going to break his ribs!" His face twisted as if he's already crying.
"The toughest guys I know cry after matches because they put so much into it," Joe Calavitta says.
Lee Pritts says, "You become so close with a workout partner that they're like your own blood, and if they go out and lose a match, lose a big match, then you've just had your heart torn out."
Strickland loses to Harrington.
"I hate to see him lose," Pritts says. "I've seen him have so much success, that when he loses, it's crushing."
Pritts wins his match.
Chris Rodrigues wins his second match.
Ken Bigley wins his first and second matches, but loses his third.
Rodrigues loses his third match and is out of the freestyle tournament.
Sean Harrington and Lee Pritts are going to the Olympic finals in Dallas.
A medic refuses to say how many muscles are pulled, bones broken, joints dislocated. All that's, he says, "highly confidential."
And the freestyle tournament is over for another four years.
That night, in a tavern, a wrestler who didn't win talks about how he was screwed over by the ref in favor of a local hero, and how USA Wrestling should import impartial refs from other areas. This wrestler talks about going to Japan to earn $20,000 in an "ultimate fighting" match, then using the money to create a joint marketing venture between topless clubs and amateur fighting events.
"Many of these guys do the ultimate fighting because it's good money," says Sara Levin. "We have Olympians who are doing it. Kevin Jackson's done it. Half of our Greco Olympic team from 96 does it. I'm not thrilled that it's the professional outlet that our guys have, but it's their only option."
The wrestler in the tavern says he can sneak the money back from Japan and not pay any taxes. He plans to avoid state laws about professional fighting by paying fighters under the table. He signs autographs for little boys. He's huge and nobody disagrees with anything he says. And he talks and talks.
The next morning, Sunday, a Marine recruiting Humvee is parked outside the Young Arena, blaring heavy-metal rock music from giant speakers as two recruiters in Marine fatigues stand nearby.
Inside the arena, the mats are laid on top of each other, double-thick, in preparation for the Greco-Roman tournament.
"A lot of people are scared of Greco," says Michael Jones. "It took me a lot of years to get into it, because I was scared of it. Because of the throws. You got some serious throws."
Phil Lanzatella suits up to wrestle, the scar from his open-heart surgery running down the center of his chest. He explains how at least the third and final heart valve tear probably happened while he was practicing Greco-Roman wrestling with Jeff Green at the Olympic Training Center in 1997.
"I weighed about two-seventy and Green's probably about two-sixty, so we totaled about five-thirty, coming through the air at I don't know how many miles an hour. Twisting and turning. And we got next to some smaller guys. That space was tight. And they put their hands and feet up," he says. "And we came out of the turn and through the air, and I landed right on the guy's foot."
Lanzatella says, "I felt it. I knew what had happened, but I didn't think much of it. I'd taken worse shots than that."
Today, there's some talk about the darker side of wrestling, how someone snuck a camera into the weigh-ins at the Midlands tournament a few years ago and the best wrestlers in the world ended up naked on the Internet. People talk about how amateur wrestlers have been stalked by obsessed fans. Called late at night. Harassed. Killed.
"I know there was a lot of talk," says Butch Wingett. "DuPont was hot for Dave Schultz for a long time."