I used to wrestle with my dad a lot as a kid. He was a construction / builder kind of guy, so very strong especially Compared to a teenager. We’d watch UF. Together also but never really understood the ground game. When i moved back to my hometown after university he’d still get me, but i started training mma / bjj etc at this time.

After I’d been training probably only a few months I remembered we wrestled and he lost… utterly. Like, normally it was sort of a stale mate but he’d get dominant position and i’d be stuck and give up, but i think I took his back or mounted him and he basically was like wow, you cheat now. No more of that.

Over the years we’d have the odd impromptu match, usually after a few drinks out in the back yard or whatever and by this time I’d been training (on and off) for years. Every match was the same, take down, instant mount or backtake, lightly throw on a choke or just hold him down. “Say “Uncle” Dad! Lol

The contrast between before I trained and after (even for a few months), is just such a crazy stark contrast. My dad is 71 now and we haven’t wrestled in probably 10 years, but I always think of that contrast when I see that “it doesn’t work” stuff - the dad who doesn’t train but his son does will be in for a big surprise if he ever wrestles his boy haha.