Josh's State Wrestling 2003 recap
Now that you have your history on the subject we can move on to the recap of last years festivities. It starts off with the worst case of the fever I have ever had; I missed the previous year and was stuck in Japan this year. I put in a leave request only to have that squashed by the enactment of the stop loss policy, so it was believed that I was stuck in Oki letting the denial build one more year. Then I got orders to the All Marine Wrestling tryouts so my hopes were up once again. I was then informed that you are not allowed to take leave so the dream was crushed once again. With a week out I asked if I could get out of a weekend practice to make the event and the coach gave me leave papers on the spot. But I was in a bind again, the ticket was priced at approximately $230 and I had just gone through a shopping spree at a Polo store. The Virgin Mary came through for me though and Nick Summy and Ryan Howell bought the ticket for me and covered my part of the room.
Then Washington D.C. received a snowstorm and flights were getting cancelled like they going out of style, once again I thought I was defeated. After arriving at Ronald Reagan Intl Airport the weather was clear with a storm on the way so they put me out on the earliest available flight, so once again it was on like Donkey Kong. I arrived in Des Moines almost two hours early so I took a cab to the Savery where I ran into my next roadblock. Upon arriving at the front desk I was greeted by none other than Wendy Fickel. Even though the room was in my name she had to verify that I could get a key. After a ten minute hassle at the front desk I finally got a key and began to head for the elevator only to be confronted by the day manager. He told me that he had seen several girls heading towards the room and that he thought it might be a problem room. I assured him I would be keeping shit on lock. I walked into a room full of friendly familiar faces and bitches I had never seen before. I had to put a ho in check within ten minutes for telling me to drink a real drink instead of beer.
The room was high traffic the whole weekend and I only made one session of wrestling. I met a couple girls from hot or not, one of which has become my fiancé. She and her friend avoided us like the plague that weekend, but she came around later. Nick fucked the German foreign exchange student twice and everyone knew in less than 12 hours. One night Nick slave whipped Howell while drinking with the Turkey Valley guys. After that we had a ten minute fight over who got the bed next to Fat Mac. When I passed out that night I was curled up on the corner of the bed while Howell was in the other bed and Nick laid down on the floor with his Miller High Life 30 pack pillow. I awoke to a tug of war over a blanket that Nick had on one bed while I was on the other. Somehow the other two wound up on the floor. Howell woke up with a huge gash on his forehead and no one knew how it happened. Earlier that night Howell was in no condition to go anywhere, but all Nick wanted was his fucking sandwich. Howell disappeared for over an hour. When he finally returned Nick greeted him with, "Where have you been you fucking asshole? Where's my fucking sandwich?" What Nick didn't see was night manager leading him in. We were greeted with a "Party's over guys. I found this gentleman wandering around. He is obviously intoxicated."
The final night we found ourselves partying with Turkey Valley once again. Howell slimed his way into bed cockblocking him for the night. Nick was not even able to utilize the Whirlpool Spa because David Dotson used it to puke in. I ended up swimming in the morning with the Turkey Valley people and passing out around 8:00 AM . When it was check out time we were in our usual rush to gather up all our goods and hit the road on time. When I went to use one of the bathrooms I stepped into a bomb blast area. It was flooded with shit and puke and was the most God awful smell, when I went to find my hat and I looked in there Aaron Call simply said, "let it go man, let it go."
So made our way to the airport again and I made my trip back to Quantico . Once I was there the only thing going through my mind was, did it really happen, was I really there? The denial set in shortly afterwards. But little did I know that the Savery was calling my home of record a few hours after check out. It seems that there were some damages to the room. The manager made some false charges up and sent the bill to Nick. We have decided to not give the Savery our business anymore; partially because we think we aren't welcome there anymore, so we are taking the party to the Hotel Ft. Des Moines this year. The fever is setting in again but things are looking towards a repeat of 2002. I have a training evolution at the same time. All I can do is pray for the Virgin Mary to guide me once again.