Life long grudges or I would still kick his ass.

There is a guy I grew up with who was kind of an asshole back then. Hell of a baseball player. Major league asshole.

We're Facebook friends now, have shared a beer, played in a fantasy baseball league together, interact with each other's posts about baseball all the time. He still gives me shit about hitting two home runs off me when we were 11.

He grew up. We share common interests.

Plus, if you come from the same town, played Little League together, that's a pretty deep shared experience.

Who cares what the dynamic was when we were 15?

 

For a long damn time I carried a grudge involving a neighborhood kid who was four years older than me. I ignored/stayed away from him even after we grew up, even though I grew three/four inches taller and could easily have taken him. I had absolutely no interest in opening that wound.

Then, he went into my (and my father's) line of work. And then, one spring, my father (ignorant of the whole thing) hired him.

A week later I fired him. That was a very, very satisfying day.

 

I worked with a guy 30+ years ago. He asked me for gas money to get home and said he would pay me back the next day. I gave him $10.

It was his last day. He had given notice and hadn't told anyone -- and apparently asked everyone for gas money that day.

It was only $10 but I'd gladly beat that fucker into next week, even 30 years later.

 

I was elected Valedictorian of my undergrad. A guy (who had also been nominated and lost) started a petition to have me removed as Valedictorian. (He lost again.) Years later, he became a semi-famous sports mascot dude. He called me up hoping I would write about him.

nom nom nom

 

I'm sorry for your pain, but I want to buy that man a beer. And give him $10.

 

That's totally worth an ass-beating.

 

I wish. Mine wore a watermelon on his head.

 

If you find him to buy him the beer, let me know.

 

You keep him here.

 

I mentioned it in the fighting thread -- the school bully who sucker-punched me in a parking lot.

If I see him at a class reunion, it still grates on me.

 

Never heard of electing the valedictorian, but I digress.

I hated the San Diego Chicken (Ted Whatshisname) with a white-hot passion after he interfered with our media table at a home event. We asked him politely to stop and he just ramped it up. Furry asshole. Same problem with the Cardinal at Illinois State. Jackass kept banging on the media tables.