About 5 months ago, a young man, name of Brendan found me in the gym and expressed an interest in competing at the Games. He'd been Stanfords Heavyweight wrestler, but had to retire on account of having a few too many concussions. He's taken to the throwing like a duck to water...was a shotputter in high school, and so he's a natural.
Of course, he got a kilt. It's a Stillwater Heavyweight, wool in Black Stewart. I prompted him to get some hose and a belt and a sporran and here's the result.
Brendan at the Games, as an athlete....
Brendan at graduation with a couple of lovely friends.
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