No long story here just, when is the last time you have been in a fight?
A fist fight, shoving contest or intense verbal altercation but not an arranged fight like a Wrestling match, Boxing or Karate.
For myself, I don’t fight because I suck at it as far as the physical part goes if I get in a fight then I know I’m going down. Thinking back to Junior High I was a small kid with a big mouth and a temper who couldn’t fight… bad combination.
I got into a tussle at Girl Scout camp in 1959 after another girl called me a bad name. Lost a tooth. Learned something from it, and haven’t been involved in any fisticuffs since.
The latest? About 6 weeks ago. A guy was drunk and thought it would be cute to show off to his friends how tough he was by being an asshole to anyone that would pay attention to him. I’m usually very easygoing when I interact with people IRL. (Trust me, my board persona is much more confrontational than I am IRL.) Most people would have ignored him, and most did.
I wasn’t most people that night. I actually ended up thanking his friends for not calling the police. (I didn’t do any permenant damage, his bruises healed much faster than his ego. And the bar owner is a friend so he didn’t get the law involved, either.)
BTW, I’m 6’ 4" and tip the scales at 260 pounds. Fights seem few and far between for some reason.
I’m just trying to figure out why shit seems to happen when I’m not around. :mad:
I have never hit another person.
See, duffer, you don’t even need to pack a pistol! By the way, I’m playing golf tomorrow. Wish me luck. Last time I played at this course, I was appalling. Tee time 2.21pm, a public holiday on Friday, and I’m getting a lift and can leave my car behind. I just have to make sure I get back home in time to catch that ferry to Macau.
Tough life, I know…
Never
Well, I don’t consider that I’ve ever been “in a fight”.
I was hit once, and hit someone once. Both took place over 20 years ago.
First case: Unpopular kid in school wanted to “make a name for himself” and started to push me around during gym class. After him pushing me a few times and him saying, “Come on! Come on!”, I asked him, “Is this a fight?”
He said, “Yeah, man!”
So I threw a right hook, and that was that. Done
Second time went very much different. I was drinking and tried to pick up another guys wife/girlfriend. He showed up, I mouthed off and woke up later, unfortunatatly none the wiser. I’m still a stupid-fuck, loud-mouthed drunk.
A “fight”? Never. Any altercation that last longer than 1-2 seconds is an excercise in futility.
Last time was when I was about 6. I kept trying to knee my opponent in his delicate areas, but I suppose he didn’t really have any at the time, being of a similar age. I wound up sore and with lockjaw.
I think I got knocked out once in 2nd grade, but I can’t remember it too well.
Back around '96, however, my friend and I got bored, took off our shirts, put on some gloves, and started beating the hell out of each other for fun. And fun it was! Something like the seed of Fight Club - But the face was off-limits.
If I ever get some free time, I’d like to do that again.
Well now I have to beat the shit out of you on principle. Asshole. 
I hope have only one ball and send every tee shot into the ass of a lion. We’re expecting 8 inches of snow in the latest storm tomorrow and it would make me feel so much better knowing your arm is being chewed off. 
You’re fond or asses, aren’t you? It’s warmed up here to a very acceptable 68 degrees. But the humidity is a bit high. Must remember to pack an extra hand towel.
[Eric Cartman]
I hate you so very much
[/Eric Cartman]
A physical fight? Never. Oh, wait… When I was six I tripped the little nasty girl who insisted on telling me that Santa Claus did not exist. Does that count?
Not counting school, a few years back, in a bar in Japan. Wasn’t much of a fight - some drunk boyfriend of a colleague was hassling the now Missus Case {then girlfriend}, showing off his Japanese by asking her to translate dirty phrases into English. She was getting embarrassed and upset, I kept telling him to cut it out, he kept hassling, I told him if he didn’t lay off I’d hang one on him, he didn’t, and I did: just kind of hauled him to his feet and smacked him in the mouth - not a particularly good punch, but it shut him up.
His girlfriend dragged him off, and that was pretty much it, apart from me being bought drinks for the rest of the evening by the rest of the group: turns out the guy, whom I’d never met before, was a total arsehole who made a habit of getting drunk and obnoxious, and the general consensus was that if hadn’t been me then it would have been someone else later. My one and only bar fight.
About 7th grade perhaps. Waiting for the bus to come after cub-scouts.
Both cub-scouts and the fight I believe were mostly due to there not being much else to do where I grew up…
I won–largely due to having amazing balance and being able sense when someone is tripping me, lift my feet above their leg, and put them back down in a sensible manner without getting unbalanced…even while walking or running. Again, this seems largely to be due to having grown up in the middle of nowhere with little to do except run across and jump from boulder to boulder (which as often as not might have been slick and mossy.) It amazed me how uncoordinated my youthful city-cousins are recently–and I haven’t done any rock hopping for nigh-on ten years.
The last time I got into a fist fight? It was back in 7th grade in the locker after gym class when another girl was making fun of my best friend who was handicapped. I snapped, went for her, and started pounding her. We were separated by the gym teacher, but I still think I was winning. Neither one of us suffered any repercussions from the school, although I’m sure there were others. No one tried anything physical on me after that, even though I was less than 5’2" and weighed about 120 pounds at the time. I may have been small, but I was also strong, fierce, and tenacious.
By the way, START, you might want to keep that story in mind next time you tell us about some of your friends making fun of people. It’s something I object to strongly and vigourously.
CJ
Actual anger-related trading of blows? 15+ years ago. I have had to intervene a few times since then between others, and also pulled a knife to keep from getting mugged (nothing happened), but no real fight. I was a bouncer at a semi-upscale dinner/club (The Ritz in C. Springs) for 6 months of Friday nights and never got into an altercation. I was always able to calm things and get people to chill out without getting aggressive. But on Saturday nights there was ALWAYS a fight…Obviously the bouncer on those nights didn’t handle things calmly.
-Tcat
I was in the Navy. All sailors like to fight. Sort of. My only fight happened when I was I was stationed at Great Lakes going to tech school. Got into a tussle in a bar in Kenosha with a high school kid (the drinking age was 18 in Wisconsin then). He kept taking drinks my friends and I had ordered and calling us names. I had enough and through a glass of beer in his face and we took a bunch of wild swings at each other. We were all kicked out and we went outside to settle it for good. As I walked around the corner of the bar there was a piece of 2x4 laying on the ground. I picked it up and as he turned the corner I let him have it right across the chest. He went down in a heap and my friends and I got out of town.
About three weeks ago now, not that I feel good about it or anything, in fact I had a major guilt trip for a few days.
As far as I remember (I’d had a few beers), I was standing at the bus stop waiting for the last bus home, when out of nowhere this bolke comes up and accuses me of stairing at him. Even though I had have no memory of seeing him before that moment.
After 10 minutes or so of futilely trying to pursuade him that a. I had not been stairing at him and b. to leave me alone, I lost my temper and punched him.
Not a good punch, I admit, but it put him off. He then looked all hurt (emotionally) and asked why I had hit him.
I apologised and explained and he went away.
Before that I had not been in a fight since secondary school (19 years ago).
I’m not proud of hitting him, and I don’t intend making a habit of it.
Last time I took a swing at someone? Jr. year of High scool (1989).
Last time someone took a swing at me? 1997-ish, after my wife (then GF) told this drunk kid to get the F out of her backyard – he was pissing in it. I had nearly a foot height advantage and at least 100 pounds on this kid…he was maybe 16 or 17 years old. (He couldn’t have been more than 5’4" or 5’5" and a buck thirty soaking wet). I don’t know if it was his booze, a Napoleon complex, general teenage angst, or something else…but he took a couple swings at me. I laughed and told him to go away, and his friends decided that was probably the best idea and they took him off.
Well, not counting sparing and wrestling matches with friends, my first and only fight was eight or nine years ago. It was in the middle of winter, and I had just gotten done with my church’s confirmation class for the night. As all of us were outside waiting to get picked up, this one kid who was a giant asshole just started making fun of all of us (all of us being myself, a couple friends and cousins who all shared rides.) For whatever reason, I was picked as the “leader” (they all basically told me to shut him up somehow.) I have no idea why it was me, since I was a VERY scrawny white kid, but maybe they thought it would never come to violence. Anyways, I asked him to stop (certainly not in the nicest of awys…but hey, I was a young teenager and so was he, so maturity was not a strong point for us.) After a bunch of name calling and more insults, he came at me and tried to take me down.
No punching, just grappling, like he wanted to get me on the ground and then maybe kick me or punch me. Well, I have good balance and was very wirey, so I was able to not go down and squeze out of his hold. He still tried to come at me, so we grappled together for a while and eventually I got him onto the ground. I just walked away at that point. I’m not a violent person and try to avoid confrontation . I guess he decided thast either he would lose if it got more serious, or that I wasn’t worth his time, and he walked away.