It does help. I'm 6'2, around 300 lbs these days. I used to be around 260, pre-beer gut days. People do tend to be a little more careful about coming at you.
Have you been in a fist fight? When was your last fist fight?
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In Nonesuch, Kentucky it was farm work, ball, fishing, and fighting. I've been in more fist fights with my best friend from my youth than probably all the fights I got into during college and since combined. We'd beat the hell out of each other on a Thursday, then go fishing together all day Friday like nothing happens.
And being 6'5" 300 does keep the morons away.
Some of these stories seem too crazy to be true, but since I’m about to share one that also falls into that category, I won’t doubt them.
I assume some of you fine people are familiar with Asheville, specifically the little park downtown where all the really well adjusted and successful people get high every night and beat haphazardly and without any rhythm on their Tom toms, bongos and whatnot. It’s quite a spectacle and a good snapshot of how sad the human condition can sometimes be.
Well about 10-15 years or so ago, I was in Asheville for a night with my family on the way to the beach. A couple of these winners decided to harass my wife and daughter as we walked by and were watching them. I advised them to kindly quiet down. Both of these were little white dudes in their 20s or 30s, one and maybe both had dreadlocks. So the one then jumps up on the others shoulders (very efficiently, I might add, they had either done this before or were out of work circus performers)and they amble over to me and the one on top takes a swing at me and misses. I laughed at the absurdity of that and kept walking. What happened next is what lit the tinderbox. They went over and took a swing at my wife and grazed her on the shoulder. I went over and hit the guy on the bottom with a fairly decent shot to the head.....not flush but good enough...and he went down to the sidewalk taking his idiot friend on top with him in the tumble. They both got up and scampered off. And this happened right out in public. And as I turned back to my wife after all this I see people outside at restaurants have their phones out, some of them were filiming the whole thing.
I assume some of you fine people are familiar with Asheville, specifically the little park downtown where all the really well adjusted and successful people get high every night and beat haphazardly and without any rhythm on their Tom toms, bongos and whatnot. It’s quite a spectacle and a good snapshot of how sad the human condition can sometimes be.
Well about 10-15 years or so ago, I was in Asheville for a night with my family on the way to the beach. A couple of these winners decided to harass my wife and daughter as we walked by and were watching them. I advised them to kindly quiet down. Both of these were little white dudes in their 20s or 30s, one and maybe both had dreadlocks. So the one then jumps up on the others shoulders (very efficiently, I might add, they had either done this before or were out of work circus performers)and they amble over to me and the one on top takes a swing at me and misses. I laughed at the absurdity of that and kept walking. What happened next is what lit the tinderbox. They went over and took a swing at my wife and grazed her on the shoulder. I went over and hit the guy on the bottom with a fairly decent shot to the head.....not flush but good enough...and he went down to the sidewalk taking his idiot friend on top with him in the tumble. They both got up and scampered off. And this happened right out in public. And as I turned back to my wife after all this I see people outside at restaurants have their phones out, some of them were filiming the whole thing.
Last time was eighth grade, fought a 11th grader because I pulled a mamas joke on him during a heated basketball game at our local park.. Lol He was about a foot taller than me. He only hit me on the top of the head and I busted his nose, lip and he had to get about 6 stitches in his eye brow area.. lol Difference was, I trained to box since 5 years old and he did not! 😂
That's the same year I shut down a LSU fan talking trash in the lobby of the Hyatt the night before the game.
No punches. No pushing. Just me telling him that I wish Katrina would have gotten one more.
Greater Bardstown area for me. You listed all of our activities. Field parties are where we really cut loose.
Neither is being an annoying poo-say.
When I was younger I was working in NYC as a cooler when a buddy hooked me up with this bar owner from Missouri. This guy was willing to pay top dollar so I figured I'd spend a few months in the sticks getting his bar in order before heading back to the city. While I was there I lived in an actual barn, so I was saving a shit ton on NYC rent. This place was basically like Mayberry, except there were some local pricks causing lots of trouble for my boss.
I had a staff that worked for me so I didn't have to fight every night, but there was a period of time it got bad enough where I had to call in a buddy from out of town to help me handle these clowns that were trying to extort some local business owners (unreal, it was like the hillbilly mob, I shit you not).
The worst fight of the entire time was probably when this guy who knew karate decided he was the toughest guy around. We fought for probably 15 minutes before he pulled a gun on me. I tried to grab the gun but I was so hyped up I accidentally grabbed his throat and ripped it out. Police said it was self-defense so I didn't get charged. Waxed a smoking hot doctor while I lived down there, so it was all worth it.
I had a staff that worked for me so I didn't have to fight every night, but there was a period of time it got bad enough where I had to call in a buddy from out of town to help me handle these clowns that were trying to extort some local business owners (unreal, it was like the hillbilly mob, I shit you not).
The worst fight of the entire time was probably when this guy who knew karate decided he was the toughest guy around. We fought for probably 15 minutes before he pulled a gun on me. I tried to grab the gun but I was so hyped up I accidentally grabbed his throat and ripped it out. Police said it was self-defense so I didn't get charged. Waxed a smoking hot doctor while I lived down there, so it was all worth it.
Had a keg party at apartment near Commonwealth Stadium about 15 years ago. My roommate at the time was an untrustable hustler. The kind of guy who could talk his way out of anything. If not for growing up with the guy, we’d never have been friends. He’s now a recovering drug addict, but I digress.
The party started winding down when roommate decided he’d take the keg he didn’t pay for to a party down the street. I caught him in the act of walking out the door.
So I chased him down the stairwell and as I’m running out I grab the fire extinguisher. Just as he exited the door, I catch up to him and I fire it off.
Now, to that point in my life, I had honestly never sprayed a fire extinguisher but what I didn’t know is that it pretty much depletes all oxygen. So, next thing you know, we are both on the ground, covered in fire retardant and coughing.
I’ll never forget the look on his face. Looked like a ghost with two red eyes staring right at me. He sat there coughing in shock.
So, I simply took the keg back inside and resumed party with friends as he recovered.
Game won I thought. An excellent college fight story, completely non sensical and random. One day we’d laugh about it.
Except that as I’m sitting in the living room laughing with friends, roommate re-enters room with a frying pan. He then proceeds to charge at me with the frying pan, hits me over the head, cuts my head wide open, leading me to tackle him, get a few punches in and bleed all over his face.
Next thing you know, I’m in the emergency room getting stitches. I told them I fell down the steps.
Roommate and I finished off the keg the following night. But yeah, that’s the last fight I was in.
The party started winding down when roommate decided he’d take the keg he didn’t pay for to a party down the street. I caught him in the act of walking out the door.
So I chased him down the stairwell and as I’m running out I grab the fire extinguisher. Just as he exited the door, I catch up to him and I fire it off.
Now, to that point in my life, I had honestly never sprayed a fire extinguisher but what I didn’t know is that it pretty much depletes all oxygen. So, next thing you know, we are both on the ground, covered in fire retardant and coughing.
I’ll never forget the look on his face. Looked like a ghost with two red eyes staring right at me. He sat there coughing in shock.
So, I simply took the keg back inside and resumed party with friends as he recovered.
Game won I thought. An excellent college fight story, completely non sensical and random. One day we’d laugh about it.
Except that as I’m sitting in the living room laughing with friends, roommate re-enters room with a frying pan. He then proceeds to charge at me with the frying pan, hits me over the head, cuts my head wide open, leading me to tackle him, get a few punches in and bleed all over his face.
Next thing you know, I’m in the emergency room getting stitches. I told them I fell down the steps.
Roommate and I finished off the keg the following night. But yeah, that’s the last fight I was in.
Really? My mom was a hot doctor from a small town in Missouri. She said daddy ran off to New York where he was from, so I never met him. She said he never paid child support. Are you my long lost daddy? Did you ever bite off part of anybody's ear?
My uncle Red owned an auto supply store in a small town like that in Missouri. Some dipstick burned it down though. They finally found the dipstick dead, supposedly attacked by a stuffed bear with a shotgun. Must be in the water there.
My name is Mr. Obvious, I may be wrong, but a couple of these stories sound just like the movie Roadhouse. May just be me, I don't know.
You should get in a fight with a wood chipper. Make sure you lead with a headbutt to the open square where all the noise is coming from.
i wish you worked in the Supermax in Florence Co. would love to hear inmate stories in there although i doubt they see each other
Did you rip out the throat or the gun? Because the last noun you mention before saying it was throat lol
Oh look at you. Trying to come over to another thread and play all GYERO. Dude stop, you suck at it. Bless your little heart for trying.
Probably not as many stories out there where it's one giant SHU and they're confined. I'm sure the thugs there have some good stories though. Lot of real doozies locked up in there.
There seems to be a lot of sucker punch stories. I too have one of a dude reaching in through my truck window to sucker punch me back about 30 years ago. His ex gf was climbing in my truck to cruise around town and I had turned to move a jacket for her to get in. The next thing I know he had slipped up beside my truck and sucker punched me through my window which was down. I exited the truck with every intention to pummel that punk into a bloody mess but she begged me to get back in.
My last fist fight doesn’t really count because it was during a football game and we were both in full gear 😀
That was a long time ago. Truth is I don’t like fighting. I don’t want to hit anyone and I don’t want anyone hitting me. I’m a peaceful person.
That was a long time ago. Truth is I don’t like fighting. I don’t want to hit anyone and I don’t want anyone hitting me. I’m a peaceful person.
One thing I always enjoyed was putting on the boxing gloves and sparring with friends.
Total punches thrown:1,300. Landed? 3.
Total punches thrown:1,300. Landed? 3.
We used to box to get in shape for football. I ended up knocking a friend of mine out, and he lost his vision for a short period of time. No thanks, don't ever want to do that again. I'm a 6'-3" southpaw with a (used to be) ferocious left hook.
Like I said - I don't want to hurt anyone - not "back in the day" and certainly not today at 50 years old.
I once broke my hand on a dudes face during a bar fight when I was in the Air Force. It turned into a brawl and several of my buddies and me got sent to jail because we wouldn’t shut up. Our first sergeant was not amused when he came to get us, and I wasn’t given any sedative when they put my boxer’s fracture back in place the next day. I spent 12 weeks in a cast...got a letter of reprimand...can still tell you when it will rain based on my left hand.
