I sucker punched someone at a house party in 1999. Luckily it got broken up because I would have stomped him. I think he had a bucket on his head too.
Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature may not be available in some browsers.
The last real fight I was in was right before the UK/Tx St game in 2006 (I think that's the right year).
He should have continued and knocked some sense in to you.High school. 1992 or so. Got sucker punched by the guy who is currently the chief of police around here.
This ain't that thread.He should have continued and knocked some sense in to you.
Which one is? Don't say political, I can't post there anymore.This ain't that thread.
I just thought you were referencing my posts in the religious thread.Which one is? Don't say political, I can't post there anymore.
No, I was joking about the punch by the now chief of police. Did I miss something?I just thought you were referencing my posts in the religious thread.
You responded to my post in that thread and I had just read it before seeing this one. I just assumed that's the sense you were talking about. My bad.No, I was joking about the punch by the now chief of police. Did I miss something?
The last real fight I was in was right before the UK/Tx St game in 2006 (I think that's the right year).
The last "fight" I was in was about 4 years ago with a former employee. He quickly realized he didn't want any and exited the situation as I was being restrained.
Jeff, just wanted to tell you that I miss your dad from the golf course. Classy man and a great golfer.I was reading this saying, "Texas State??? I have no recollection of this game ever happening." Then I realized it was 2006. It was about a week after I had heart surgery. You were so distraught over my condition and absence from the extravaganza tailgate that you were fighting bros.
Jeff, just wanted to tell you that I miss your dad from the golf course. Classy man and a great golfer.
It is not like the old days where you could throw a few punches and then wind up drinking with the person you were fighting with. These days you will get shot, stabbed, or beaten to death with a board or bat.Last time I was punched was on my 21st birthday in NYC. I was, uh, dating a girl whose family lived near Syracuse and my boss at the time loved NYC. He used me turning 21 as a solid excuse to go up with his wife and meet his buddies up there. It was nice for me because I had some older people around to show me the ropes of the Big City and was guaranteed to have companionship.
I got monkey drunk at some hipster bar in Chinatown or where-ever. My boss and all his friends are buying me drinks and it was a grand old time. It was the highest of times.
There was some dude at the bar dressed up as a greaser or whatever look he was going for to show his aggression to the world in Manhattan in 2002. I thought he looked like Elvis so I drunkenly told him that it was my birthday and that "In The Ghetto" was my favorite Elvis song. Or at least that is what I thought I said. Lord knows.
He did not appreciate this. I was at least agile enough to scram and he apparently spit at me, hitting my boss in the face, while I turned to get away. The prick threw a massive haymaker that hit me in the back of the head, right at the bottom of my skull and top of my neck. Thankfully I did not go down and kept moving.
More thankfully, it was NYC at some trendy bar and they had incredibly large bouncers who immediately stepped in and hustled Elvis out the back door into an alley in a very aggressive fashion. I hope they kicked him in the face a few times.
People who throw sucker punches are just a notch above child molesters and wife beaters, imo. Just absolute scum and deserve every ass-whipping they get.
The last time I was in a physical altercation was at The Green Lantern bar in Lexington when my wife and I first started dating. She was drunk and went outside to take a call or something while I took a leak, not knowing how dangerous that area is. When I managed to find her, some drunken hobo from around that area had cornered her and wouldn't get away so I ended up shoving him and grabbing her while people out on the patio came over to respond to the commotion. That was close to 10 years ago.
I don't think people really fight in public like they used to, which is a great thing. I remember my dad and uncles regularly getting in a scrape or two every so often with other adult men every so over some minor offense in public and no one ever considering that big a deal if no punches were thrown and no one pulled a knife or anything. Now this sort of stuff would make the local news.
The last time I was in a physical altercation was at The Green Lantern bar in Lexington when my wife and I first started dating. ... That was close to 10 years ago.
I was there and completely oblivious to what was going on.The last real fight I was in was right before the UK/Tx St game in 2006 (I think that's the right year).
The last "fight" I was in was about 4 years ago with a former employee. He quickly realized he didn't want any and exited the situation as I was being restrained.
Don’t know him but seems like he has been referred to as a big guy. Who was dumb enough to piss him off?I was there and completely oblivious to what was going on.
I saw 80 angry as hell and asked what his problem was...then I was told and was sorry I missed it.
Don’t know him but seems like he has been referred to as a big guy. Who was dumb enough to piss him off?
yeah give us the details? Why did 80 beat somebody up?
Stories like this one make me glad my drunken tailgate exploits were before cell phones could record everything happening.The tailgate next to ours was a bunch of college kids. We were fresh out of college at the time and partying just as hard. Right before the game a huge cloudburst let loose and everyone from both tailgates piled under our tent, no issues.
As soon as the rain cleared, we all started packing everything up when a couple of dudes from the next tailgate over started scraping with eath other. None of is cared until they started throwing each other up against Anthony's Yukon, at which point he tried to direct them away. One of their other friends saw this and sucker punched Anth which caused an all out brawl. Probably about 30 people just going at it in the mud.
As the chaos unfolds, we hear someone shout "who hit the girl?" Which essentially stopped everyone in their tracks as she stood there crying. I figured the fight was over so I started to walk away, at which point I get sucker punched from behind. I turn around at full tilt only to realize it is this chick that had already been hit, so I draw up and avoid jacking her jaw.
I proceeded to call her every dirty name I could think of. She drew back to hit me again and I told to go for it but I'd hit back this time. Some dude pipes up not to talk to his girlfriend that way, and then took off like Carl Lewis when I said "your going to get the ass whipping she deserves".
This girl accused me of hitting her at first, but then multiple bystanders pointed out the she actually caught an elbow from her boyfriend as she was trying to hit whoever he was brawling with.
Last time I was actually in a fist fight.
I miss the good old days when we could make a fool of ourselves and still show our face the next day without the whole world laughing or ridiculing us. Takes all the fun out of kicking your heels up.Stories like this one make me glad my drunken tailgate exploits were before cell phones could record everything happening.
Knew a female soldier back in the 70's who was hit with a 2x4 in the back of the head and knocked her out cold. I found her lying face down on the ground. We were both part of a task force that was used to augment the military police in our area because of the drugs and gangs that were a big problem in our area in Germany (Fliegerhorst Kaserne in Hanau). Local community commander authorized using post guards to help out when needed. We would patrol areas and if we found problems, radio for the MP's to come. She had radioed to me while on patrol she had gotten word some one was breaking into a mess hall and she was going to check it out while I called the MP's. We were both patrolling different areas when I got the call. I went to the area where she was and found her out cold. The MP's arrived and an ambulance came later. She wound up being ok and we found out she was attacked by a Puerto Rican soldier she had bested earlier in the week in the post club. He had been harassing her and she got the better of him in the altercation (was a marine before changing services) and his buddies did not let him live it down. One of the guys who knew him found out he was going after her and turned him in. He was busted and put in jail. Military career over.A buddy and I had just got off the midnight shift and were sitting in our hooch drinking a few beers before going to sleep. We heard a commotion at the other end of the hooch. Somebody was looking for someone and he was cussing up a storm. As he worked his way down the hooch, he got louder and louder. The whole hooch had just got off the midnight shift, so I was wondering why no one had confronted the guy. I decided that if he kept it up till he got to our section I would tell him how his social skills could use some work. Sure enough he pulled back the blanket that we used as a door and screamed a string of cusswords at us. He was as big as Arnold Schwarznegger and was covered in blood. Being the gentleman I am and discretion being the better part of valor, I decided the poor soul had been through enough (or maybe I just didn't want to fight a rabid grizzly bear at the time), so I kept quiet and he went on to the next room. We found out later that he had rounded the corner of a building and some guy had used a 2 by 4 on his face. He was looking for the culprit.
Knife fight in North Africa 20 years ago. Nobody died. Mutually assured destruction is an effective deterrent.
Going to need more details. A lot more details.
I remember my dad and uncles getting in fights with regularity. No police, no jail, just handling business like men. Those were the days. Where I'm from, we would fight just to have something to do.Last time I was punched was on my 21st birthday in NYC. I was, uh, dating a girl whose family lived near Syracuse and my boss at the time loved NYC. He used me turning 21 as a solid excuse to go up with his wife and meet his buddies up there. It was nice for me because I had some older people around to show me the ropes of the Big City and was guaranteed to have companionship.
I got monkey drunk at some hipster bar in Chinatown or where-ever. My boss and all his friends are buying me drinks and it was a grand old time. It was the highest of times.
There was some dude at the bar dressed up as a greaser or whatever look he was going for to show his aggression to the world in Manhattan in 2002. I thought he looked like Elvis so I drunkenly told him that it was my birthday and that "In The Ghetto" was my favorite Elvis song. Or at least that is what I thought I said. Lord knows.
He did not appreciate this. I was at least agile enough to scram and he apparently spit at me, hitting my boss in the face, while I turned to get away. The prick threw a massive haymaker that hit me in the back of the head, right at the bottom of my skull and top of my neck. Thankfully I did not go down and kept moving.
More thankfully, it was NYC at some trendy bar and they had incredibly large bouncers who immediately stepped in and hustled Elvis out the back door into an alley in a very aggressive fashion. I hope they kicked him in the face a few times.
People who throw sucker punches are just a notch above child molesters and wife beaters, imo. Just absolute scum and deserve every ass-whipping they get.
The last time I was in a physical altercation was at The Green Lantern bar in Lexington when my wife and I first started dating. She was drunk and went outside to take a call or something while I took a leak, not knowing how dangerous that area is. When I managed to find her, some drunken hobo from around that area had cornered her and wouldn't get away so I ended up shoving him and grabbing her while people out on the patio came over to respond to the commotion. That was close to 10 years ago.
I don't think people really fight in public like they used to, which is a great thing. I remember my dad and uncles regularly getting in a scrape or two every so often with other adult men every so over some minor offense in public and no one ever considering that big a deal if no punches were thrown and no one pulled a knife or anything. Now this sort of stuff would make the local news.