By Bill Miller and Matt Diano
In unison, gathered at one end of the wrestling room, pulling and pushing a disc appearing to be the size and weight of a manhole cover, sweat, and pained look upon their faces, the Pride wrestlers locked their eyes and ears on the tall figure with buzz cut hair centered in front and bellowing commands. The soaked t-shirts, grunts, and damp musty scents surfaced mental images of workouts once forgotten. All at once I felt the physical pain and mental torture of pushing yourself beyond your limits in pursuit of glory. That was the Pride wrestling team gathered one Friday morning at 7AM preparing for the 2010/11 season.
