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When was the last time you were in a fistfight? Ladies, this includes you, too, I know you've got some swings in here and there in your lives.

I haven't been in a fight since college, but they were (and I don't mean to sound like I'm bragging) regular occurrences up until then. I wasn't a great fighter, but I wasn't going to lose, either. I could take punches pretty well. After turning eighteen, though, apparently they call these fights "disorderly conduct" and I didn't want anything on my permanent record. And fights got stupid.

You?

I punched a guy once. I only ever let loose when I've been drinking (I know I've shared this before now somewhere in TC) A LOT. And I had that night. I was in my early 20s at the time. He was egging me on and egging me on and egging me on because he knew I was teaching martial arts at the time. And then he said, "I bet you hit like a girl" and I hauled off and punched him as hard as I could across the face. He was 6'6" (I'm 5'1 5/8")... and he said, "Wow. You DON'T hit like a girl." He didn't hit me back, though, so I don't know if that actually counts as a fist fight.

Last time was during the late 70's, when I was involved in a couple of bar fights. I usually did alright in fights (also not bragging) despite almost always being hopelessly outweighed (5'10", 160 lbs. soaking wet). Must've been all that wrestling and boxing in high-school gym class.

But bar fights are scary, scary propositions unless you're somewhere where they only serve drinks in plastic cups. If you're lucky enough to escape without getting hit by flying glass, the bouncers will surely clean up on what's left of you as they're depositing your silly ass on the street.

With age comes wisdom.

Eighth grade. Guy came up to me in the bathroom and wanted my money. I said no, so he hit me. Then there was a lot of hitting by both of us, followed by a visit to the Dean of Boys. I kept my money and bought a bean burrito and a chocolate milk for lunch.

Last week in the staff room. One jelly doughnut left, two librarians yelling "Dibs!" at the same time, and you've got trouble!

It wasn't pretty, I'll tell you.

been a few years for sure. it was my then brother-in-law who i couldn't stand. my SIL called me screaming that he was going to hurt her and had choked her before she locked him out. i drove over quickly and got there to find him on the porch trying to kick the door in. my cue to lay into him since i had been waiting for a legit reason for a long time. he was a big dude but a bully/coward. we went at it for a few with him basically trying to get away and then over the porch we went into the bushes. he was yelling for her and then she came out and told me to leave him alone or she was going to call the cops on me. then she coddled him as he whimpered and she went off on me. i told her "if he ever has you down kicking your teeth out, do NOT call me"

he eventually "attempted" suicide by hanging himself with an orange extension cord which broke and he fell to the ground biting off half his tongue in the process. he came in the house trying to get help but no one could understand him with half a tongue and a broken cord around his neck. i turned him in to the cops since attempted suicide was a violation of his parole :)

yup bun. it was/is a mess. my SIL is with another loser of a diff sort. i think for some girls if they are with a loser little is expected of them. not sure why girls go for guys that treat them badly but i have seen it with her several times.

retrospectively i could have been a better friend or more helpful to the first BIL. he caught me at a time when i had some anger and felt full of piss & vinegar. i had my own issues

Not a fist fight per se, but my sis and I got into it one morning before school. We were teenagers at the time (I'm a year older) and wildly different--she was ultra-preppy and I was more of a dope-smoking free spirit. I don't remember what the fight was about but she broke my puka shell necklace. As an adult I once threw a drink, glass and all, in someone's face, but no actual fights.

There must've been some deep satisfaction, though, for you Bun in that your friend held his temper and also that he could've probably kicked some serious butt if he wanted to do it... and he didn't.

And HOW COOL was it that you stepped up and in between and faced off with drunk violent dude... and, I'm imagining, didn't flinch when he raised his fist at you.

Kevin "El Liso Grande" wrote: "been a few years for sure. it was my then brother-in-law who i couldn't stand. my SIL called me screaming that he was going to hurt her and had choked her before she locked him out. i drove over qu..."

HOLY MOLEY, KEVIN!!!

Phil wrote: "I kept my money and bought a bean burrito and a chocolate milk for lunch.
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Ha ha! Cute, Phil. :) I'm sure you were quite pleased with yourself.

BunWat wrote: "Thanks Heids!! I ..."

You tough lady, you.

Well, apparently you are when you need to be, so... there!

Fistfights are cool.

I'm scared of your dog. Unless they're obviously happy and friendly I'm afraid they're going to jump on me and eat my tongue.

I've never seen a fistfight that wasn't controlled. I'm always too short and get shoved to the back to see the fight when it's happening. And by the time I do get to see it, the crowd's dispersed because the fight's over.

I am not a bit surprised that Bun had the grit to stand up to that jerk.

Me neither. It's still cool and badass, though.

Really?

And so did the Quimbys. But for dinner.

UPDATE: Nearly in one tonight during softball game against those pricks from Our Lady of Loretto, the first-place team. We held them to within three runs until the last inning or two. A pushing-and-shoving match ensued between me and their shortstop, who felt I should have given myself up during a force out at second (for the record, I moved AT LEAST 10 feet out of the baseline coming into second so he could make the throw to first). The dickhead felt it wasn't enough and told me next time he was going to rifle it right at my head. I grabbed him by his shirt and said, "Why not try it now?" (Him: about 6'2", 220; me: about 5'10", 160. I can't help it, I was pissed. I can't stand for whining). The benches emptied, the ump got in between us, and order was restored. I was thrown out of the game. There was a lot of chin music between the two teams the entire game. There's always been bad blood between us. We should have pecker slapped those crybabies.

Needless to say, the two teams didn't shake hands after the game. Fuck 'em... At the tender age of 52 I should really let it go, but I still HATE to lose especially to bastards like that.

There's an unwritten code, even in a church league, and a difference between winning with class and trying to show up your opponent.

Hey, my daughter goes to Loretto. I hope they whipped your butt.

Gail "cyborg" wrote: "Hey, my daughter goes to Loretto. I hope they whipped your butt."

That would be Loretto in Detroit, not down under.

They got lucky...

Clark wrote: "Gail "cyborg" wrote: "Hey, my daughter goes to Loretto. I hope they whipped your butt."

That would be Loretto in Detroit, not down under.

They got lucky..."

Ahhhh but Loretto Girls always stick together no matter where they are. (Loretto Normanhurst is where she goes). My daughter was captain of the softball team this year. There was no antagonism from any of the team members or the parents. A lovelier, friendlier group of girls you could never meet.

Gail "cyborg" wrote: "Clark wrote: "Gail "cyborg" wrote: "Hey, my daughter goes to Loretto. I hope they whipped your butt."

That would be Loretto in Detroit, not down under.

They got lucky..."

Ahhhh but Loret..."

Ah, now I get it.

clark - slide in hard next time. total legit move to break up two

Kevin "El Liso Grande" wrote: "clark - slide in hard next time. total legit move to break up two"

Yeah, I usually do but the play wasn't even close Kevin.

We'll see them again in the playoffs. Their second baseman rides the same downtown bus that I do and this morning tried to rationalize everything that went on last night into something that made zero sense and I wound up getting pissed off all over again. I really need to get a life... I told him, "You guys are awfully angry for a team that's 12-1."

there are certain guys that i know don't have the guts to drill me in the head with the ball so i stay up all the way into second and they peel off. guys who would do it i stay up til the last second and then duck out to the right. if i get there remotely close to when they touch the bag i go in hard. all you have to do is be able to touch the bag with your hand (or be sorta close) :)

Yes, you know, I play basketball at 6AM at the local Y. I've been playing for ten years...sometimes as much as three, four times a week. I cannot believe that some guys care so much about 6AM hoops that they'll get in a fight, but there are at least two or three a year.

thought i may have to "go" last night. after softball DH'r i was sitting with teammates and their families in the park. a group of three younger guys came walking across the parking lot and were cussing really loudly and graphically in front of all the little kids. i walked over and said "hey, there are lots of little ones still here so can you tone down the language a bit?". they all looked at me surprised and all shut up. then when they got past me i heard one of them say something to the others (the brave one - when he got past me) i said "what?" and he said "i'm grown and you are telling me how to talk?" i said "yup and the first time i asked you nicely". they all stared at me and started to swell up and i just turned my back to them and walked away. they all just left quietly :)

punks

Kevin "El Liso Grande" wrote: "thought i may have to "go" last night. after softball DH'r i was sitting with teammates and their families in the park. a group of three younger guys came walking across the parking lot and were cu..."


Kevin, we could've used you Tuesday night. I would've had someone to drink with in the parking lot between the time I got tossed and the actual game was over.

There's a time and place for creative swearing, but I have to draw the line when kids are involved. Show some restraint...