My first day of practice wrestling for Shorty at Millersville went like this:
Shorty: "Alright, everyone to the top of the football stadium bleachers."
We all lined up at the top of the stadium bleachers.
Shorty: "Now forward rolls down the bleachers till bottom. It teaches body control."
As a freshman walk on, I looked around dumb-founded. Everyone else started, though. Falling and flailing all over as they rolled down the bleachers - ass over teakettle. So, I shrugged my shoulders and started painfully forward-rolling all the way down.
He laughed his Shorty laugh the entire time.
That was followed by log rolls the length of the field and back, chest passes with sand bags while side-to-side stance movement around the track, and 5 mile runs with sandbags. That was just day one.
Over my next 4 years there you could always spot a wrestler across the pond during preseason training...limping around, barely able to walk.
We loved/hated every minute of it. Shorty was superhuman, and couldn't wrap his head around that the rest of us weren't. Shorty was an inspiration.