Glenn Garrison

I started wrestling when I was 12. My mom took me to a little club at Beaverton High School where I spent that first collegiate season. The day after collegiate ended Carrol Trumbauer took Adam (her son), myself and like 3 other kids to Peninsula. I don’t remember the other 3 kids names because they never came back. I still remember falling in love with wrestling that first day in the room.

A high school guy named Jason Jones was in the center of the mat while everyone else was on the wall. Mr. Pittman was making Jason wrestle every person 1 by 1. It didn’t matter how small or big the next kid was coming in, they held nothing back. J. Jones didn’t give an inch either. That moment hooked me. I felt tougher just being in the room. What Mr. Pittman orchestrated and what J. Jones did, represented something deeper that I didn’t recognize until much later in my life.

Being in the room day after day, banging heads with guys I considered my second family, and the wrestling skills I learned from Mr. Pittman and Donny Mac were essential in getting me to the level of wrestling I’m at today. But the talks after practice every Monday, Wednesday and Friday became building blocks of my character. During those sessions we wouldn’t necessarily hear about good or bad, right or wrong. Instead, we received praise when deserved, correction when needed, and acceptance. We said the word, “I believe in myself, I believe in my teammates. I believe I can do better I believe hard work pays off. I believe all things are possible. I believe something good is going to happen to me.” A Roy Pittman quote.. I believed it then and still believe it now.

I always left those practices feeling good about myself. We all belonged, we were a family. There have been times in my life when I felt alone and my world was coming apart, going in to Peninsula always helped me find my center. I think the best thing Peninsula Wrestling Club gave me was the lesson shown to me that first day in the room, and reinforced throughout my time there. In the face of adversity, against all odds, when people think you can’t succeed, if you believe in yourself, you can.

No matter how bad life gets, your girlfriend leaves you, you flunk out of college, your friend gets shot in the face over something stupid, your father dies before he should, your wife gets sick and the doctors can’t tell you what’s wrong, your grandfather passes and one of your brothers gets put into the intensive care unit because his liver is failing because he has been trying to drink himself to death for the past five years… You can still survive.

No matter what life throws at you, face it head on, grit your teeth and say, “Come on Sucker.”

To all my Peninsula family: the guys I grew up with, the ones we looked up to, the ones who looked up to us, and everyone who has came through since I’ve been gone, here’s a little something Mr. Pittman told me one time, “YOU ARE THE BEST, THE VERY BEST, ALL DAY, ALL NIGHT, ALL WEEK, ALL MONTH, ALL YEAR, ALL WAYS— YOU ARE THE BEST!”