Spritle taught high school for seven years. 'Nuff said.
The bar was in Elizabeth, NJ. Now its your turn. What’s the name of the bar that you’re talking about?
Forgot to mention this one…
My dad was a high school teacher out on Long Island. While on lunch duty one day, he spots two kids about to fight (they went into stances). My dad recognizes one of the kids as someone who was expelled from school and shouldn’t have been on school grounds in the first place.
Dad sprints across the lunchroom and Mr. Expelled Student takes off running when he sees him. My dad is about 6’2" and an ex-football player/coach, so he can be really intimidating when he wants to be. Anyway, dad chases him out of the school and across the school parking lot, but never catches him.
Two days later, my dad reads in the paper that this guy got arrested for allegedly shooting and killing someone on the same day that he chased him across the lot. Needless to say, the guy was probably armed at the time my dad chased him. My dad points to this incident as one of the reasons he took an early retirement incentive and got out of teaching as soon as he could without jeopardizing his pension.
And what was the reason for the lunchroom fight in the first place? Reportedly, it was because Mr. Expelled Student was mooching food.
I didn’t witness this, but got it from a witness. My wife goes to the local shitkicker bar for line-dance lessons (I’m a music snob and most contemporary country is, to me, the equivalent of Brittney and NStink–let’s not hijack here, folks, I said most). There’s a shitkicker dance club that met there–past tense, you’ll get the idea in a moment–on Tuesdays. A couple of weeks ago, the club was working on some Rockette’s number or another, and some guy crosses the dance floor to get a drink at the bar. He did not, according to Mrs. Stof, run anyone over or interrupt the line. He just moved from the carpet to the parquet. The president of the dance club grabbed the guy by the lapels and shoved him into the bar, cutting the guy’s hand in the process.
The guy turned out to be a county magistrate (South Carolina’s version of a judge, except they don’t even have to have a High-School diploma). The club now has to find a new place to meet, and my wife’s no longer associated.
Didn’t witness it…
A friend (Justin) goes into an all white country bar with an asian friend (John) of ours. Justin expects some trouble about it, but they’re both very capable of handling themselves, so they’re not too worried.
After they’re sitting there for a while, a man walks up to Justin, looks John over, and says “Turn your Goddamn hat around!” and pulls Justin’s bill forward (from reverse).
Fight ensues.
I suppose the fight was expected, but the reason behind it came as a surprise.
–Tim
What they do ? swing mobile phones at each other reopeatedly.
Oxford ? eeeee Southern Jessies lad, now oop in ‘t’ north you get beat up fur lookin’ at somebuggers pint wrong eee . 
Ramsey, Trackside Inn. Bridgeton, Mickeys. Millville, I can’t remember the name. I prefer the Mason Jar in Mahwah. College real close by, and the students always seem to get into trouble. . .
Tripler
I get close to feeling physically sick when Jan-Michael Vincent walks onto the screen with that constant air of smarmy smugness. I might have had a tough time restraining myself under the circumstances. 
Didn’t witness, but a close friend did.
Small fishing/logging town in rural British Columbia. My friend is in a bar, and two guys nearby are just shooting the shit. One of them mentions that the band Rush is the worst band ever to foul the planet. The other says “well, a couple of their songs are OK”. The first refuses to allow such a concession, and the argument gets heated. Finally, the two of them go outside and beat each other up. The first guy comes back in, all bruised and bloodied, and triumphantly declares to the bar: “Rush is not a good band!”
Hmmm…Elizabeth NJ? I was born in Rahway and all my relatives still live in Rahway/Linden areas. So, this bar wouldn’t happen to be The Old Stock would it? 
No, actually it used to be called Finnagel’s, but now its called Hector’s Place.
Back in my wilder days, I was drinking with a couple of friends at our favorite Irish bar. I am almost always a quiet, contemplative drunk, but on this night a few pitchers of Guinness had me hanging from the rafters and punching walls. Well, my friends, in a spirit of brotherhood not at al influenced by thier desire not to get banned from our favorite bar, hustled my quickly and a bit uncermoniously out the door. We were laughing about it together in the parking lot when this guy walks up and asks what’s going on.
“Nothing,” we say. We’re just having fun.
Well, he refuses to believe us. He thinks my two friends have shoved me outside to kick my ass. “I don’t like unfair fights,” he says what I assume was his most menacing voice.
“We aren’t fighting. We’re friends.”
“If you wanna fight, fight fair,” he growls.
“look,” I say, “we aren’t going to fight. I appreciate the thought, really, but we’re all friends.”
Apparently, the cognitive disonance of actualy changing a thougt once he had formed one was too much for the guy, and he throws a sucker punch at me!
I had to lock the guy down over the hood of a car for about 90 seconds before he calmed down enough that I could let him go. And the whole time my two buddies are lauging their asses off.
I was a night bartender in a shit-kicker bar in Livingston, MT. for four years.
'nuff said!
I’ve seen tons of dumb bar fights, but the best ones (I don’t know why :rolleyes: )were the women fights.
I did actually get to see a real ‘cowboys and indians’ fight also. The CNFR rodeo was in town, and in the bar at night there came about 40 of the local Crow tribe. They can really drink, as can those cowboys. A large fight ensued some two hours later. One guy got thrown through a double-plated glass door. Many, many cops later, it was over.
Great free entertainment!
Stupidest Reasons for a Fight that You’ve Witnessed?
There is no stupid reason for a fight. We fight because we’re savage animals. It’s our nature. Give in to your nature. Duke it out over nothing. Go kick someone in the ass. Start fights!
Starting right now, I challenge anyone from this board to a fight, no holds barred. There doesn’t have to be a reason, other than you just want to kick my ass. Bring it on, I’ll kick all your asses!
Who are you calling a savage animal?!?
Come over here and I’ll kick that shit-eatin grin of yours right off of yer face!
:: puts up her dukes ::
A couple of months back an accused in the box tried to bean the judge with a used tampon. Of all the people not to pick a fight with…
quietly reading this thread and noticing that about 90% of these incidents involved bars and alcohol…hmmm…
A band teachers once told us about two students he had who, every day, would go into the bathroom and beat the living crap outta each other. There wasn’t any reason, except that they kept score of who won each time. And these weren’t just playful punches, these were ‘I’ll send you home in a box’ kind of punches. They’d come to class with bleeding cuts, bruises and everything. Funniest thing was they were best friends. Go figure.
Where else but bars and sporting events will grown men get in fights? It’s not like we’re at recess anymore.
–Tim
Elizabeth… That explains it all.