“And that went on all through high school?”
“Uh huh.”
“Ever get hurt?”
“Not really. I mean, in school wrestling, you’ve got ear protectors and knee pads and other s**t like that. The sport of wrestling is nothing like that stupid crap you see on TV.”
“But then you got into mixed martial arts. That’s what it’s called, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“Was that different?”
“Oh, sure. I had a lot to learn. That’s not just wrestling. You have to learn boxing and jiu jitsu and lots of stuff like that.”
“Is that anything like the wrestling on TV?”
“No way! It’s not scripted, for one thing. It’s a legitimate sport. There are strict rules and the referee enforces them.”
“But it must be pretty violent. Look at you, with your scar. And your nose. Those must have hurt.”
Dan grinned and took a sip of the
