Eric and I actually have quite a long history. We went to grade school together for a while before he moved to a different school, and I didn't really know him all that well in grade school. Then a few years later we ended up going to Malow together and after that we became pretty good buds through class, track, and all that good ol' middle school shit.
Some of my favorite memories of Eric have to be from when we had a few classes together in middle school/high school. Now that I've been training to become a teacher, Eric Davis seems like he would have been the student from hell, but to me and the rest of my friends back in the day, he was one of the funniest sons of bitches you could be in school with. One of his trademarks and easily one of the house favorites was the "My balls itch!" yell in the middle of class, which always got the guys cracking up but interestingly enough didn't get as much of a teacher response as I would have expected. Other things he did didn't fly quite as easily though. The name of the teacher is blanking me right now, but there was one day where Eric was making his trademark "Glick" sound and I remember the teacher getting furious yet not being quite sure where the noise was coming from. The kid constantly had me in stitches and I'll always remember that about him.
The last time I saw Eric was a couple years ago when I met up with him and a couple other guys from high school at Buffalo Wild Wings for a UFC fight. It was cool to see him more grown up with a little beard and a girl friend, but he was still just as hilarious as ever and it's a bummer we don't really see or talk to each other anymore. But that's life, and when we run into each other again I'm sure he'll have me cracking up like we're back in school in no time. Because that's the kind of awesome guy I know Eric as and I think he'll always be that way.
Cheers to the dick sword on Brock Lesnar's chest.
-Andrew
