Your were on the soccer team ‘War Eagles’ and you played for Tangerine Middle. You were pretty damn good also. The team had boys and girls. You were waiting for practice to start with your friend Paul. Paul blocking as you purposely toe-stubbed balls into the goal. Most missing since you two were just waiting. That was until you saw your friend Schandra run off the field when two newspaper workers step up on the field. Victor started yelling

“Yo! You must be here to interview me. I’m Victor Guzman. Caption of the first-place Tangerine Middle War Eagles. How do you do??”

The newspaper dude tried to get around him but Victor wouldn’t let this go.

“Ya probably want to get some action shots of me before anyone else.”

He struck a pose and smiled. The photographer snapped a photo

“That’s Victor Guzman. Ya know how to spell that? G-U-Z-M-A-N . Don’t you go spellin my name wrong or else i’ll have to mess you up.”

He said half jokingly you never know what Victor will do. He’s an overly competitive and odd dude.