Time for another true Otis story!
In 1973 I was a freshman at the new 3 yr old West Craven high school. We had our first wrestling team at school that year. I was in the 95 lb weight class. I thought I was going to be a beast. I was hulk-a-mania before there was aYou hulk! I wrestled this dude from Camp Lejuene or West Carteret. Not sure about the school but all week I was told he was either a state champ or wrestled for one. He came out and was reading from a small new testament as I was warming up. Now I knew that bible wasn't going to help him from what I was fixing to open up and pour all over him. Then all of a sudden this strong looking young black dude pulls his gym shorts up and starts undoing some straps. Then he slides one of his legs back to the visitor bench at West Craven. In fixing to wrestle a dude with one leg?? Nah! Hell no! My Momma always taught me to respect people more unfortunate than me. You don't pick on handicapped kids. I told the coach I couldn't do it. My team mates were laughing at me. It felt as though the whole town was there and laughing at me. It seemed I was the only one in the building that didn't know what was coming. I was told to get down on my knees with him. Coach told me not to worry it wouldn't last long. I actually thought he meant I was going to win. This dude was on me so fast. God please make it end was my prayer! Then I heard the refs hand slap the mat maybe 20 seconds had transpired. It seemed much longer. Then I had to sit on the bench and take the ribbing from the guys. It has never ended. I still get ribbed about it.
@FB is my Life were you on this team? Perry has never let me forget it. I wish I knew who this guy was. I'd love to meet him if he is still around.