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

First one was Tequila Monster, at Dixie and Steeles I think. The place wasn’t around long. It was a pool hall last I saw.

Second one was Clancy’s on Vodden.

 

Tequila Monster long gone from there. Clancy's was a Griffin hangout, believe it is still there

 

I can’t imagine what Clancy’s is like now. It was a dive 25 years ago.

 

Sounds like a good spot for an SJ.com Toronto Bureau gathering.

 

Would be up for that, although there’s a reason I haven’t been to that place since about 2002. Although the owner, as he will tell you often, was the first ever captain of the Soo Greyhounds. So there’s that.

 

Spent an afternoon there with my alcoholic step father, never lived with him he was my moms husband, caught a cab to their place off Lawrence Ave. and the cabbie and I had a hell of a time getting his passed out ass removed from the taxi. Left him lying on the sidewalk while I got my mother to drag him into their apartment. That was 1974, I believe. Don’t have much memory of the place but he seemed to know the place well. He was a high ranking guy with Canadian National Railway, I don’t think they took attendance.

 

I thought long and hard about this one, where actual punches were thrown anyway.
I'd have to say junior high, although I shoved a belligerent roommate into a closet door in college.
He was so piss drunk he couldn't have hit the ground twice with his hat if he tried, but I was ready if he popped up wanting more.

 

Pick-up basketball in college. Buddy got into it with a another dude. They start sort-of wrestle-fighting. I stayed out of it until another guy kicked my friend when they were on the ground. Took a big swing and connected a punch that dizzied him. My hand hurt like hell. Not proud, other than defending my friend after a cheap shot.

Had a high school football fight when an opponent took a shot at my knee. But football fights are dumb. We never took off our helmets. Offsetting penalties.

Came close to a bar fight a few years ago in Brooklyn. I was right and he was wrong. But glad cooler heads prevailed.

 

I'd be in for that if you need a Designated Driver. And I could drag JR along.

 

I'd recommend boxing to anyone looking for meaningful fitness.
Good for anger issues, and great for body and soul.
A man who can land a right hook is not to be trifled with.
Rougie Odor taught everyone that.

 

Tai-Bo

 

Once, and we never really got into it.
My senior year of high school baseball, the coach told me that I would never play. I could be on the team, in uniform, help out with stats and just be a regular member of the team, but I wouldn't get into a game. I agreed, thinking you never know, maybe something happens and I get in. I was friends with everybody, of course, and played a little on JV the year before. And it was fun being on the team.
But one guy never accepted me. He was the only one who treated me as if I was something less than a teammate. I didn't get it because we were friends, ate lunch in the same group, were on JV together the year before.
One day before practice started, we were getting loose, just playing catch. I wasn't partnered with him and I wasn't even looking at him, but he threw a ball at me. It glanced off the bill of my cap and hit my cheek. If I wasn't wearing the hat, it would have hit me right in the nose.
So I charged at him, yelling, "you treat me like shit all the time. Why? What did I ever do to you? I support everybody and you treat me like I'm not even a member of team."
I got to him and started pushing. He just tried to hold me off and then others came in to break us up. That was it. I think another guy told him that he was being a dick, but nothing else every came of it. No apology. But he didn't treat me like a second-class citizen after that.