I watch threads every day, I see the last names, I know who your children are, I see them place at tournament after tournament, yet I fail to see how this gene pool creates such good wrestlers(when what i expect is a mildy expressionless face with a finger stuck to the second knuckle up a running nose, and a green vapor escaping his singlet from the rear, while he humms the banjo song from deliverence, in between loud yelps for yogurt covered tater totts).....you all must have some good wives.