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They always say it isn't about whether or not you get knocked down, but rather if you get up and stay in the fight.

I should add I have ZERO experience with the above mentioned determination.

Or as I have told my chillun: "It's not the size of the dog in a fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog." (not to be confused as a Vick fan)

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This Sunday... if Jase is not shooting well

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This Sunday... if Jase is not shooting well

:lol:

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I knocked out the future high school QB when we were 10. He threw dirt in my eyes once so my Dad told me that if I didn't kick his ass he'd kick mine. So I got him in my backyard and kicked him twice in the stomach to double him over, then hit him once or twice in the face to make him hit the ground. Then I took his back BJ Penn style and just rained down punches until I was afraid that he was hurt.

I think I made my Dad proud.

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I've always been the skinny white boy that was way too feisty for his size. Back in middle school and early high school, I used to get in fights all the time. I was 4-0 against white kids, 0-3 against black kids..

The 'fights' against the black kids weren't really fights, but straight one hit punishments. I jumped on a black kid's back, he popped me in the face, I was out. I told a black kid to shut up, he punched me in the face, I was done. I stole a black kid's basketball in a schoolyard basketball game, he punched me the f*ck out.

Moral of the story?? Don't mess with black guys.

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For the record, I have lost a fight. My friends said I won but I know he got the better of me. This guy knew how to fight pretty good.

I used to tell my son if anyone picks on him to stand up to him even if you don't win, bullies will remember the ones that hit back. It does work, most bullies don't like guys that will fight them. I also told him he better not be the one starting the fight. :mad:

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There was this really rough time in my childhood, probably when I was around 14, my mom and I moved from Jersey where we lived out to California - she got a job transfer. We lived in this crappy apartment, but for some reason I went to this upscale public high school. Anyway, as it usually goes, I started talking to this girl who apparently had recently broken up with this a-hole pretty boy. Turns out he and about five of his friends were really into martial arts, and that guy kicked my ass good one night at a beach party.

So anyway, I keep seeing these dudes at school and they always fug with me. One day I was at soccer tryouts - a shoe in to make the team, and one of those punks took me out with a hard slide tackle, so I punched him in the face and the coach kicked me out. I know I would have made the team, this really pissed me off.

So now I want to fug with these guys, so at the halloween dance, one of these guys is in a bathroom stall rolling a joint, and I rigged up this water hose over the top of the stall, turned it on and ran like hell. Problem was, he and all his boys chased me down and caught me just before getting back to my apartment complex. They pulled me off the fence and beat the crap out of me, all of them. They would have killed me had it not been for this old guy who was the maintenance man at the apartments. He saved me that night and kicked some of those guys asses.

Anyway, long story short, that old Asian dude trained me how to defend myself with martial arts, I entered this local tournament, and as luck would have it, got to kick each guy's ass who had been bullying me as I advanced through the tournament. I won the whole thing by beating up the guy who started it all. Oh, and I got the girl when all was said and done.

You can't make this stuff up.

But can you bounce soccer balls off your knees?

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I've always been the skinny white boy that was way too feisty for his size. Back in middle school and early high school, I used to get in fights all the time. I was 4-0 against white kids, 0-3 against black kids..

The 'fights' against the black kids weren't really fights, but straight one hit punishments. I jumped on a black kid's back, he popped me in the face, I was out. I told a black kid to shut up, he punched me in the face, I was done. I stole a black kid's basketball in a schoolyard basketball game, he punched me the f*ck out.

Moral of the story?? Don't mess with black guys.

Maybe that's where I got it from... I grew up the only white kid in my neighborhood. I can hold my own against anyone except drunk rednecks.

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Last night. I told the wife no mustard on my sandwich, took a bite and it had mustard.

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and you lost and quietly ate the rest of your sammich?

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I had to sip it through a straw.

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and your internet argument record is 1,322-0

:cool:

Throw in maybe a loss here or there.

I do have an actually listed professional record lol

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