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In high school wrestling I was intense, and if I was fighting injury(like cracked/broken ribs) I'd get myself so wound up I was almost blind with anger before I went on the mat.
At a rival school my junior year, the situation above was in play, versus a kid I wanted to beat pretty badly. Details aren't important, but the rivalry for our schools was boiling, I had been taken down, and did a move called a 1 point granby, and when I found myself on my feed ready to reshoot....the ref had called me pinned on the roll through.
I was livid and didn't respond in a way that reflected well on myself, my team or my coach...I said something stupid to the ref. A few people in the home crowd said some things to me while I was on the mat, and I said something back...
When I got to the edge of the mat, my coach grabbed me by the face, and shoved me behind the seats but still in the gym, put 2 hands on my throat, lifted me off of the ground against the wall and explained through the wall of veins bulging from his face what a poor choice I'd made. My feet were back on the ground before I was sleeping.
I knew it before the words had left my mouth but couldn't stop it....He was right and I knew that too. It was embarrassing and I apologized to him, my team, the ref and their crowd after the meet.
My fault. I was coached.....sternly.....and I deserved it and learned a lot from being coached hard with high expectations.
It's not comfortable to yelled at or clowned on for an error, but that shit builds character.
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