You pick, Andres. You just won the state wrestling championship in your weight class. You get to choose. Where do you want to eat? That's what the SRJC wrestling coaches asked Andres Torres Saturday night. Granted, it was late at night and the SRJC team was traveling through the San Joaquin Valley, somewhere between Some and Where. They guessed they were in Patterson. It wasn't Restaurant Row. It was Carl's Jr.
Torres' answer revealed everything about himself and his sport.
The Windsor resident turned to face his teammates and said, "Where do you guys want to eat?"
There you have it - junk food by committee.
Here's also what you have: A wrestler who had every reason to let his ego be in charge, who was even asked to be in charge, and he couldn't. He couldn't because that's not what wrestlers do. On the mat, the man across from them is everything. And everything encompasses a lot.
"It's physical and it's violent," said SRJC wrestling coach Jake Fitzpatrick.
Heck, 20 minutes before his final match Saturday night, Torres got a bloody nose — in warm-ups.
But outside the mat, a wrestler is unfailingly polite. Maybe it's because the wrestler expends so much energy and aggression on the mat, he doesn't have any testosterone left. Maybe since wrestlers don't make ESPN highlight films, they aren't prima donnas. Maybe it's the sport's culture. Whatever the reason, rugby is the only other sport that displays such contradictory behavior — vicious in battle, good-natured away from it.
In the course of a 60-minute interview with Torres on Monday, I had to remind myself that the man sitting across from me was a California state wrestling champion (125-pound weight class). Given many opportunities to congratulate himself on winning a gold medal, Torres passed on all of them. Once, however, he came close, though one could make the case that even then Torres didn't try very hard.
"Coach (Fitzpatrick) said he would buy me a ring if I won state," Torres said.