No, he’s dead.
I guess if I wanted to I could stomp on his ashes and bone fragments, though.
Well, Dad passed away 3 years ago, so…maybe.
My dad was always a pretty big guy (6’2", 230/240), very strong – and he’s been in relatively good shape his whole life. Around the time I got to be 19 or 20 or so I would really not have wanted to see what would happen if the two of us ever really mixed it up, I’m not sure who would win. It would have been ugly.
But, in the last 5 years age is starting to catch up to him (he’s 61 now). He just had hip replacement surgery (he had his other hip done ~ 5 years) ago. I think I could kick his bionic ass now. 
Damn. This sia pretty sad thread. We saw our neighbor’s kid fight him, and it broke my heart. So what if he kicked his dad’s ass? It was terrible and somehow fundamentally wrong.
I cannot imagine a world where my brother would want to fight our dad. Even my husband, who loathes his bio and step dads, wouldn’t resort to a brawl with either of them.
Just as another perspective, EJ, my dad spent most of my childhood talking about how one day we’d have to go outside and mix it up when I didn’t like something he said, and I should just let him know when I thought I was bad enough.
I’m 31, 5’10", 145 lbs. Dad is 59, 5’10", 150 lbs. We’re both in pretty good shape.
Me vs. Dad: Close, but he’d take me. He’s Army-trained, plus he’s strong as a rock.
My stepdad, on the other hand, is 6’4", and I’d guess at least 300 lbs.
Me vs. Stepdad: No way. He’s in terrible shape, but it would be like the sharks attacking the peach in “James and the Giant Peach.” He’s just too big.
And EJsGirl, don’t take all this too seriously. Just a speculative discussion on the practical possibilities of externally resolving (half of) the Oedipal complex, I think. Must be a guy thing.
I thought at age 20 I could take the old man. Although around that time when I was really into martial arts he showed me a few of his moves that he used in combat in WW2 and Korea. I realized that I needed to get to a whole new level of willingness to actually destroy someone in the opening moves without hesitation before trying to take him on.
I’m a chick, but I feel like answering this anyway. I wouldn’t fight my dad, 'cause I think that’s just wrong. It’s not that we haven’t had our differences, it’s just that I don’t believe in using physical violence to solve most problems.
But…my Dad’s 6’0". I’m 5’6"–maybe 5’7". He’s got weight on me, too, obviously. He’s ex-military, ex tennis and swimming. He’s not in phenomenally great shape, and neither am I, but neither of us are really too out of shape, either. He’s got a bad back. I’m extremely flexible–it is damn near impossible to break my bones in the traditional fight-pull-snap manner. And I have, to my knowledge, at least, pretty strong bones.
That being said, I’d win. Why? I’d fight dirty right from the start. If we got into a more honorable fight, though, he’d win. Easy. But that’d never happen, because, again, with a guy who has that much on me, I’d fight dirty. And I’d win.
My father had back surgery in March and has an ulcer, which has made recovery from that surgery less than easy. He has had surgery on both knees and his shoulders are also messed up.
Quite frankly, our kittens would have a decent shot at him.
My father is quite healthy and strong, and I had fantasies about beating him up… Nowadays I think I could beat him up if I wish, I´m not a wrestler or something, but I think i´m stronger and I now fighting tips my father doesn´t.
you see, this is kinda edipo´s complex… show me a guy that never wanted to beat his father and I´ll show you a liar.
I love my father thought.
I could take the old man any time I wanted. But today is his birthday, so today I’d let him win.
Let’s see… he’s 57. He’s very fit for a man his age, and has truly amazing agility. I’m 30. Quite a bit slower than him, but I also pack a wallop. I’m a big guy. If I could catch him, I could take him out for certain. However, he’s my dad and I love him. I have no desire to hurt him.
I think I could beat my dad. It’s rather funny I came upon this post. We got into it at work two days ago and I bumped him with my shoulder. I called him a chump and a bitch and verbally stomped his ass. Disrespectful or not, I owe his ass. I just couldn’t bring myself to do. My brother tried to step in and I thought about punching him too. I wish I would have now.
I fight with my younger half brother evertime we hang out. We just like to get physical. My dad and older brother are the type of guys that talk alot of crap, but get scared when the shit goes down. Schmucks.
Yeah, i could take him…
Well, I’ve had the height advantage since 5th grade. Now I also have the strength and weight advantage. I’d feel pretty certain that I could, and certainly wouldn’t be afraid of trying.
This is just theoretical, though. My father and I get along great, and I have no reason to ever want to fight him
Lol!
Naturally I could take mine. Just as long as I kept him at a distance - iv’e got a much longer reach than him. His timing also really sucks, but if he got me in some kind wrestling hold i’d be in trouble.
“Oh, I’d have to get the drop on old Ian” – poorly quoted line from one of the best skits that kids in the hall ever did. I started off with all the cast members asking each other if they could take on their old man. I think another line went something like this- “I’d do it at a weeding, in the middle of the dance floor. BAM!” Later on in the show they do the same skit, but this time the question is would you ever cry in front of your dad? The same cast member answers the same way, kinda. – “I’d do it at a weeding, in the middle of the dance floor. BAM! I LOVE YOU DAD1” great stuff.
As for my dad, he’s 6’0, maybe 175lbs. A young 58 years old and sharp as a tack. I’m 5’10, 165 lbs. and 28 years old. He would kill me in less than 15 seconds. Damn ex-green beret special forces. One of the more interesting stories that my family tells is of the time that my dad just came back from Vietnam; my mom had gone shopping. When she returned home, having lived alone for quite a while, was not used to announcing her presents. Rounding a corner in the house, she found her self a split second away from having every bone in her body explode from any number of the “touch of death” moves that the army taught my dad. Needless to say from that point on we all announced when we came home.
That being said, whenever I tell anyone that my dad used to be Special Forces, they automatically think that he was physically hard on us, but the opposite was true. My dad disciplined us more with his even handed temper and Vulcan like emotional reasoning then my mom ever did with all the wooden spoons broken over our little behinds.
Just so you know, it’s Oedipus, and the complex involves killing your father and marrying your mother:)
My father is 80 years old. I think we’ll limit the field of combat to a Monopoly game board, where he still holds his own.
These days yeah. Dad’s going on 78. Back in the day, uh-uh.
Dad could throw a mean pie-ro.
Let me see… We’re a small bunch, but still…
My dad is 5’4, 54, about 180lbs of muscle (mostly ;)), ex-military, was a wrestler in university as well as a rugby hooker and ski patrol guy and continues to run almost every day…
I’m 5’7", 23, 155lbs of muscle (completely ;)), I work out daily and run a lot.
The only way I could best him would be with a blindside… and even then if I didn’t get him in the first hit I’d be toast.
Of course, there’s no way I’d hit him and there’s no way he would ever hit me so it’s all theoretical.
-n