At Cerro Villa, 8th grade sports could be defined by one word, domination!
We won every championship football basketball baseball wrestling and we won the district title for the school in general. We didn't even need the other grades points contributed to win it. 8 th grade also marked my peak of playing sports activities. For example, after school I would go to wrestling practice for two hours. Then I would go to the locker room change into my baseball gear and go out to the field and practice until about 7 PM. Then my mother would pick me up and take me to soccer practice from 8 to 10 PM. Then I would do whatever homework I had not finished lunch.
This was the first year I had ever played soccer and I really enjoyed it. My next-door neighbor thought I had good potential as a goalkeeper. I wasn't too sure because I didn't know anything about the game. He told me that it was like playing linebacker because I was The only guy on the field who could catch the ball and run over guys at the same time. So he Brought me over to a friend (Mr. P) of his house who was coaching my age group at that time. He gave me a try out and he really liked how I played. He told me I was too good and that when I went to the last couple of hours (mr. P left eArly) of tryouts I had to be really bad and uncoordinated or someone else would draft me. So I go to the tryouts and I kept missing the ball when they would kick it to me I would trip over the ball when I dribbled it and I would fall to the ground or let the ball through my legs when they put me at goalkeeper I looked like a fool out there! After I came off the field neighbor told me I looked too good. Mr. P later told me that when he drafted me some of the other coaches giggled. The joke was on them, I was an All Star that year!
I also wrestled for the first time that year. It was fun but I was all strength and no technique. I finished third overall in the 179 pound class against more experienced wrestlers. I knew I could do better in ninth grade if I learned more during the off season.
The one lowlight was the very last fight I ever got in at school. It was in the locker room with a ninth grader surfer type. We each landed a few punches and, as these things do, ended up as a wrestling match. I had the advantage and he knew it. So he asked to stop and I let him loose. He then cold cocked me in the nose. I was bleeding and I couldn't see anything. He was going to continue but two TA's (Jeff and Mike) from the high school pulled him off before he could hit me again. They threatened to kill him if he came near me again. They then took me to the nurses office. I spent the rest of the day in the ER. Fortunately my nose was not broken. I decided that I was done fighting, if I could help it, after that day. I didn't have a problem with that guy for the rest of the year. I didn't see him again until I was a sophomore in high school and we were both at a party one night. He was talking about what happened that day in eighth grade and at one point he pushed me. Stupid surfer, The next thing he knew I had him by the throat and he was up against the wall trying to get his breath with his friends trying to pull me off of him. They had no effect is a lot bigger than the work and all I did was look him in the eyes and said something like "You really want more of me now?" I then started to let him go and I felt him tighten up suddenly so I grabbed his throat tighter and said it ain't happening this time. He relaxed and I held on a few seconds longer so he got the message then I pushed off to get some distance. He started to say something and I started to move back towards him when the he flinched. I stopped and walked away he knew it was over. I wasn't looking for a fight and I was willing to put up with some harassment, to a point, but the idiot still crossed the line even though I was ripped from football. I didn't like how I felt after that and I did not have another fight in school. Besides it hurt my hands a lot when my punches connected.
Then there was the first kiss! One day I went to the Villa Park high school wrestling match with some CV teammates. I ran into a sophomore who had been a teachers assistant the year before in my history class. She asked me to walk her home from the match and I said okay. We went back through CV on the way to her house. She told me that she was tired and wanted to rest when we were by the baseball dugout. The next thing I know she grabbed my hand then led me into the dugout. She sat me down and told me that she liked me and then she kissed me. We kissed for about 30 seconds and then stopped. We didn't even French kiss! We then hugged and I slid my hand up her shirt and felt a boobie over her bra. It was kind of disappointing since I think she was probably an A cup. But she was sweet enough to let me touch one. So on the same evening I had my first kiss and I got to first base while sitting in the first base dugout which I sat in the next day during a baseball game. KISMET!
A month or so later I started to like a girl named Lisa. Lisa was an ninth grader and was very worldly. If worldly means that she was a really good French kisser. I think we frenc kissed every minute we were together. I was always so worried that she would feel my erection in my pants. I was embarrassed and had no idea that that was supposed to happen when you kissed a girl. We broke up after about two weeks because all we did was kiss and actually never spoke to one another or had anything in common. She also didn't like to have her boobs touched which I would try to do while we're kissing. I was a gentleman though and stopped when she would ask. At least for a minute or two. What can I say I was an adolescent male!
Then there was that Indian, I mean Italian girl Deanna. I would see her around school from time to time but I never really talked to her except for one day during a football game. I just finished getting dressed and was leaving the locker room after flag football practice when I ran into her and her chubby friend, Kris. Kris was the girl with Deanna, in sixth grade, when I saw them across the street from my girlfriend Mira's house. They were wearing their sexy drill team uniforms and felt like talking to someone. So we talked for quite some time and I noticed that I really started to feel attracted to Deanna. But something came up and they had to go so we went our separate ways. I didn't really pursue her but I thought about her quite a bit that year.
So to sum up eighth-grade: domination, bloody nose, First base and hottie Italian with a chubby friend.