I was talking to my wrestler son today about my wrestling coach and how much of an inspiration he was in my life. I thought, well let’s find him on google. I was very saddened to find his obituary.
I met him when I was in the fourth grade and he coached a bunch of fourth fifth and sixth graders. I went to geargetown and they busses us into Moorhead for wrestling practice. I went through some tough social times and left wrestling through my jr high years, but I in my high school Junior year, a friend suggested that I get back into it. I did. That was in 81. I went in with little confidence and some fear. The first day he came in, I recognized him as my grade school coach. I always thought he was amazing and although I was never a star wrestler, he improved my confidence to the point where I felt I could make it through Marine Corps boot camp. I did that too. Even though my high school wrestling career was only two seasons, I hold him at the very top of my most influential teachers along with assistant coach Paul Marquardt.
Rest In Peace Mr. Shellito, and Semper Fi!