Have you ever been in a fight?

Someone did that to a friend of mine in a bar once. My friend decided to respond by quoting the Costanza soliloquy from The Opposite ("because I would LOVE it!"), which caused everyone in our immediate area to die laughing.

 

An actual fight? As an adult? Not a chance. That shit will land you in jail, not to mention how stupid it is to engage in such infantile actions.

I was generally the largest person in any school I attended as a kid, and pretty much kept my mouth shut. I probably did administer a couple well-deserved beatings in elementary school defending my pacifist older brother, but those were more disciplinary actions than actual fights. I don't think I have ever been the recipient of a punch or kick apart from the weak efforts of said older bro.

 

I even tried the Beer of the Month club. Nothing.

 

Getting ready to do some shadow boxing. Will report back with result.

 

You'd have had your best chance around noon.

 

Yes, I've been in quite a few fights, not all alcohol-related. Won a few, lost a few. Got two of my teeth knocked out in NYC in like 2002 when I got tackled to the ground by one guy and his buddy kicked me in the face. That was alcohol-related, a bachelor party, and I was trying to break things up. That was the last fight I've ever been in.

In college, a guy bumped into my girlfriend and spilled a drink on her. I asked him to apologize and he laughed and slapped me in the face. I decked him with one punch to the jaw. People still mention it to me when I see college buddies. Sometimes you have to fight, and sometimes it helps burnish your rep. If people know you're willing to drop hands, they're much less inclined to fuck with you.

A year or two after college, some buddies and I were leaving a bachelor party (a pattern, ya see) when a guy in a Mercedes tried to pull a three-point turn in the middle of the street and nearly ran over all of us. We cursed him, then him and his boys got out of the car, obviously itching for a fight, and it became a brawl of like four on four. I got some good licks in, then got blindsided with a lacrosse stick -- unnetted, the top -- and have a nice scar over my eye. They got arrested for assault bc bystanders said we were just defending ourselves.

First and second fights were in like 6th grade. Friends and I were climbing trees -- a lapsed pastime -- and one guy was picking on another guy for no reason. I told him to stop. He told me to make him. We both climbed down out of the tree and I made him. He cried and apologized. A few months later, a bunch of us (including that same guy) were play wrestling in someone's front yard. Somehow we got paired off. We were about equal size, but when we were down on the ground, he got his revenge and punched me in the nose and I was bleeding everywhere. The guy whom I had defended those months earlier? He starts laughing, says the guy -- Wayne -- kicked my ass. Wayne is now dead, and the guy who laughed -- whom I had defended -- is still around and I see him every so often. The lesson? I should have let him either get his ass kicked or not. It was his fight to have, not mine. I wonder now if he's ever gotten in a fight. Might have done him some good.

It's humbling to get your ass kicked (or your teeth knocked in), but I still have it in me to punch someone if the need arises. I've had those emotions, and I don't regret them.

 

LOL, there's nobody on here that I need to impress. Move along, troll.

 

No.

 

Nah. He's a ... what's the word? ... grown-up.

 

Welcome to the board, Allen Iverson

 

I was always the biggest kid and grew up in a rough neighborhood so was always challenged to fights by older, tougher kids thru elementary and got smacked around a fair bit between grades 1-5. Grade 8 I punched a kid in the head during a basketball brawl and broke my hand.

Did not have another fight until I was backpacking overseas, ran out of cash and took a job bouncing at a night club in Australia. Most drunks are easy to get out of a club so was able just to wrap guys up and throw them out.

One night a guy who was about 150 Lbs rained blows down on my face as I was throwing him out. Our psychotic Kiwi Manager said" You fucking don't know how to fight do you?" To which I replied that he was right.

Next day I was set up with one of the other bouncers who would've boxed for New Zealand in the Olympics if there had not been a boycott in 1980. He was now in his 30s and was 230 Lbs of solid Polynesian muscle. Saw him one punch more guys than I could count, was truly impressive. We trained and it got to the point that I could beat people up reasonably easily. Fighting is like anything else, more you do of it, better you get.

Came back to Canada and bounced in night clubs for a few more years before getting a real job.

Things I've learned; it does not really hurt getting punched in the face and it is not the size of the dog in the fight but the size of the fight in the dog. Seemed the little guys were the ones who would never stop.