Last year at subs we were looking really well. We had about a 6 man bracket and we knew we would go to districts. Districts looked pretty promising so we could see state on the horizon. While standing mat side my son was jacking around with his buddies and falls and hits his head againest the corner of a doorway! Instead of going to state we got 4 shinny new staples in the back of his head! We leave the ER and he is like "dad, let's go back! I can beat a few kids and move on!" "Nope son! Its going to be next year for you...."
Things Happen!