They grab a cup, they fill it up, and I pound it down. Again, he yells. Go to the sink, fill it up with water, pound it down. More, he yells. Keep repeating this stuff. I've drank like six glasses of water, and you guys, I'm so full. I get on the scale. I still have two pounds to go. Back to the sink, fill up the glass, drink it down. The ref puts up his hands. Two minutes. Back to the sand, you feel it up. Oh, I'm so uncomfortable. Finally, get up on the scale. With seconds to spare, the ref gives me the thumbs up. My ref, my coach gives me a high five. He's like, Craig, nice job. He goes, oh, by the way, that guy over there, he's your opponent tonight. And I look over across the locker room. It's a 240-pound gorilla. and I'm 185s with a big water full of belly. Hold on, a big belly full of water. That's what I meant to say. Anyway, the match starts. Okay, we all are out there. The lightweights go first. The teams are evenly matched. They win the first one, we win the second. They win the third one, we win the fourth. It keeps going and going and the pressure is building in the gym and the pressure is building in my bladder. Finally, it's time for the heavyweights. The score is tied. It's winner take all. If I win, we win. If I lose, all is lost. I get out on the mat. I shake my opponent's hand and the ref blows the whistle. We start circling each other cautiously. Suddenly, I shoot at his legs. I take him down to the mat. I turn him onto his back and my teammates start cheering. And my coach yells, pin him, pin him. And I'm squeezing him so tight, but my stomach's about to explode. And I'm squeezing him, and I'm squeezing him, and finally the ref blows the whistle, slaps the mat, matches over. I've won. I jump up on my feet. Jump up on my feet. My teammates rush out onto the mat, but I am long gone. Back to the locker room to take a long-awaited pee. Thank you.