I just got home from the tournament, as I live an hour and a half away. Mark picked up two tech falls on the way to winning his 6th individual title. The place gave him a great standing ovation, as the ref raised his hand multiple times (However, sidebar, the ref probably did it for his own photo-op. I'm not a fan.)
This is where this post becomes about me, now. So, I've been a big wrestling fan since I was in Middle School. Like, reading forums and articles and watching Flo like crazy. I've watched PSU live one time, when they lost to MN a couple years back, now, in MN. While I coach a FS/GR club at my old HS (I'm 23), D1 coaches are still like, rockstars to me. I met Brands once. Well, he got after me because I pressed him about something at team camp and he didn't like my arrogant attitude. Other than that, like I said... Rockstars.
So, I finished announcing a round, and sit near my hometown guys, awaiting the semis this morning. I get a text from my old teammate that is sitting in the absolute nosebleeds with others I wrestled with: "Cael is up here. Serious." And everybody from my hometown dogs me for being a PSU fan, so I'm like, "Sure he is. $&*# you." My buddy then sends me a Snapchat, circling his head, behind them. Snapchat is a picture sending app, for the older crowd. My other buddy tells me that he's talking to him.
Of course, I had to go up there. I sat for a bit, and as I was leaving the area, I fanboy'd out and had to say hi and shake his hand (You know, probably the opposite of what the guy wants to do when he's there on business, hence sitting in the nosebleeds.) I explained that I'm a huge fan and lose all of my dignity within moments, with rapid-paced speech. We ended up having a 20+ min conversation about the tournament, holding nationals at the Xcel Center, National Duals, MN Wrestling, recruiting, etc. He was so genuine and a great conversation-holder. I expected him to answer questions and want to be left alone. He kept leading the conversation and what-not, as we tossed around ideas. I was bewildered.
He then left, saying his ride was there to pick him up (Honestly, if that was his exit-strategy, I wouldn't blame him, but he seemed super genuine.) We shook hands and said he'd be back later for the finals.
Point is, I realize that I sound like a 12 year old girl meeting a member of One Direction, but Cael Sanderson made this Penn State fan's, and this wrestling fan's day, today. I don't know, man. I don't care what kind of crap I catch for this, but I met a real-life hero of mine. What a fantastic day.