When's the Last Time You Were in an Actual Fight?

See, the "MOVE BITCH!" guy is a guy who, in my estimation, deserves to get punched. He's earned the punch. You can't talk to people like that and not expect repercussions. That's exactly the kind of situation where my rational self gets exploded to smithereens by my instincts. Of course you don't want to fight a guy at a football game. You want to watch the football. But that guy... He's still out there somewhere, and what he should remember of that game is how his jaw got broken because he talked to a woman and a stranger like that.

 

This sounds like some bad shit to deal with, @Batman. No kid should get tormented like that. I hope life is treating you better now.

 

That's why you hire a guy who is bigger than the bully to kick his ass. Come on, ain't anyone here seen "My Bodyguard"?

"Hey, Moonie!"

 

Example No. 1234 for why I will never bring a woman to an NFL game. Stands are rife with drunk losers

 

One of my favorites.

IN THE FACE

 

If he had not been wearing a helmet, I may have. But I have punched a helmet before while playing hockey. Not an enjoyable experience. LOL

 

Richard Ford, the gentleman who spit on Colson Whitehead at a literary event because Whitehead had criticized one of his books. Apropos of nothing, I loved Independence Day and even the follow-up. The third in the Frank Bascombe trilogy, Lay of the Land, was awful. Never seen more useless commas and sentences that needed to be recast for clarity from such an accomplished writer.

 

No, I'm not saying you should have punched him. That situation worked out without violence, which is good. But thinking on my larger thesis... That guy had earned a punch. Punching him wouldn't have been out of order, I don't think.

 

Yeah. He lost me forever with the spitting.

That said, for writers of my vintage, Rock Springs and The Sportswriter were as influential as anything happening at that moment - Carver, Cisneros, Morrison, DeLillo, Wolff, O'Brien.

 

Ah, that's right, The Sportswriter was the first, Independence Day was the follow-up. Both great.

 

DeLillo is a hard read. “The Names” nearly broke me.

 

52nd Street?