I haven't heard the word: QUAR in many moons. This word brings back the stink of Nates shoes and the ever long nights of Halo Crusades. Our stomachs filled with China Star and dehydrated from the long Saturday of wrestling. During this short time of glory, none of which, thinking of the long practices and weight cutting in the week ahead. ummmm...Wrestling is near.

A Short Poem by me:

Title "Don't ever take me seriously"

I would like to dedicate this poem to OE Wrestling Team 02-03 and Nates Shoes.