Mosselbaai Stoeiklub

12/04/2026

Wat 'n eer om n toernooi te kan doen vir n kosbare sport ..... wat nes jy 'n familie verstaan sal jy die verstaan....

JESUS is KONING




GROOT DANK AAN

11/04/2026

03/04/2026

READY 2 RUMBLE!!!! 4 APRIL

02/04/2026

15/03/2026

Mosselbaai Stoeiklub het die naweek die voorreg gehad om ʼn stoei toernooi van Wrestling Cape Association in die Kaap te gaan deelneem. Baie dankie aan Sport Academy vir ʼn baie lekker en goeie toernooi, dankie vir jul gasvryheid ons as klub het dit baie geniet.

Ons stoeiers het almal baie goed gedoen en is trots op ons klub. Ons het 7 stoeiers daar gehad en elke stoeier het ʼn plek op die podium behaal in hul verskeie kategorieë.

Baie dankie aan elke stoeier en ouer wat die toernooi ekstra spesiaal gemaak het.

15/03/2026

You can always tell who wrestled growing up.

They shake hands differently.

They work harder when nobody is watching.

They don’t panic when things get difficult.

Because wrestlers learn something most people never experience.

What it feels like to be exhausted…

outmatched…

and still expected to fight.

There’s no bench in wrestling.

No timeout.

No one coming to save you.

Just you, the mat, and the decision to keep going.

That mindset never really leaves.

If you wrestled, you know.

What did wrestling teach you?

03/01/2026

Wrestling dads are easy to overlook.

They aren’t on the mat.
They aren’t on the podium.
They don’t wear the medals.

They sit on hard bleachers for entire weekends.
They drive hours for a few minutes of wrestling.
They wait.
They watch.
They worry.

They spend money they never planned to spend.
Entry fees.
Gas.
Hotels.
Food.
Gear that gets outgrown almost as soon as it’s bought.

They rearrange work schedules.
They give up weekends.
They sacrifice rest and comfort without complaining.

They watch their child lose.
Get hurt.
Question themselves.

And they can’t step in.
They can’t fix it.
They can only support.

Time.
Resources.
Consistency.
Presence.

No spotlight.
No applause.

Just sacrifice.

And long after the medals fade,
that example is the lesson that lasts.

03/01/2026

Wrestling is what led me to Christianity.

Not overnight.
Not through words.
Through accountability.

Before wrestling, I believed in effort when it was convenient.
I believed in discipline when someone was watching.
I believed in responsibility until things got uncomfortable.

Wrestling stripped that away.

There are no excuses on the mat.
No one to blame.
No hiding behind teammates, systems, or circumstances.

You either prepared or you didn’t.
You either showed up or you didn’t.
You either owned your failures or repeated them.

That level of accountability forces questions.

Why do I quit when it hurts?
Why do I fear losing control?
Why do I need validation so badly?

Wrestling taught me humility.
Christianity gave it meaning.

Both demand submission.
Not weakness.
Submission to truth.
To discipline.
To something bigger than ego.

Wrestling showed me my flaws.
Faith gave me a way to confront them.

That connection didn’t make me softer.
It made me honest.

And honesty is where real growth begins.