Ester got me in 91 was correct. He held my hands together and dropped to a knee with a couple seconds left and got the 1 point penalty for having my hands clasped. He was a good friend and we joked about it at the Mishawaka Invite the next year while we were warming up for our finals matches. Me at 125, Mike at 119. Even when we wrestled at Manchester before I joined the Army, we still talked about that match. Wrestling someone in a close match, regardless of the outcome, can create a bond, even if you hate the guy’s guys afterwards. Losing to Mike was the best motivation I had for my senior year.
He is and will always be missed by anyone who knew him. He’s probably hitting that blast double leg somewhere! RIP brother!