I've learned to relish those times, where after a tough loss, we sit in the stands and I have my arm around my son tellin him we're going to be alright and I am proud of him. This weekend, I felt the pain I put my mother thru when I was young, as I sat in the ER and held my son's hand as a Doc stiched up a gaping gash in his eyebrow from an unintentional head butt during a Salina finals match. As he squeezed my hand I told him the pain was temporary and he comforted me by telling me he didn't feel anything. As much as I enjoy watchin him wrestle and have some sucess, I think it will be times like this that I will miss when he is grown and out of the house. Not the blood and pain, but the father and son seeing each other through a tough time.I will also miss jammin eye of the tiger enroute to a tourney too!