At one point in my coaching career, I was dead set against girls wrestling. I am pretty old school (shocking to those who know me). I took a team to the Wichita Carroll Tourney one year and Great Bend had a girl wrestling for them at the time. I remember that Brook Medrano from Emporia was wrestling her in the first round. We joked about it, didn't give her much thought as an actual wrestler, sort of looked at it as many of us did at that time. Brook did what he often did to most wrestlers and beat her pretty badly. I had a kid coming off the mat about that time and happened to walk by her as she sat there crying with her face in her hands. At that moment, I looked down on her, and she was just a wrestler. She wasn't a girl or a boy, she was just a wrestler that was hurting from a loss just like anyone else did. She was a competitor. I remember reaching down on the way by and patting her head and telling her the obligatory "good job", but I meant it, and it changed forever my thought process about girls wrestling. She was a part of the sport I fell in love with over 50 years ago and she loved it just as much as any of the rest of us did. Not sure why I thought of that when I heard this story but I did.