Just the facts.

Best friend talking mad shit at Halo.

This was after 6 months of barely-tolerable annoyances.

The Facts:

Choking.

Neck-punching.

Falling on couch on top of sleeping friend.

Forehead-punching.

Broken up.

Fine the next day.


This was a long time ago, and, for all intents and purposes, the ONLY fight I've ever been in...and it was with my friend.... over a halo game....

che embarrassionne!

In second grade I was bit on the eyelid in the midst of a scuffle.

In eighth grade I scuffled with peer who made anti-semitic comments. In high school he became a wrestling-burn out phenom who would have killed me.

I like to think I got the better end in both circumstances.

The facts:

My foot.

Their balls.

Blood.

World Championship

Rick Reuschel wrote:In second grade I was bit on the eyelid in the midst of a scuffle.

hey...so was my dog.



my own fight:

kid repeatedly tried to spray me with some shit in chem. class.

grabbed him and threw him against the wall. told him to knock it off.

he grabbed me by the shirt and said, "if you do that again i'll kick your ass."

after he threatened me, i pulled his hands off me by the wrists and headbutted him. he turned, but i got him just under the eye with my forehead.

he reeled back and i kicked him in the balls. he doubled over and had me by the waist trying to push me.

i had my fist cocked back for a kidney punch but my first was grabbed by a friend of mine and the fight broken up.

that guy who's ass i kicked is a marine now.


i've been in countless other fights with brothers and friends. i used to antagonize these two all american football players in highschool and then take off running. sometimes i'd get caught. i'd only get tossed around. i'm all of 5'4" after all.

dragged out of my car by the hair by a hispanic girl who was dissatisfied with my driving. kicked in the gut a few times. i finally got myself up and pretty much gave her a bear hug. she broke free and ran. during all this she kept saying "you wanna go to jail bitch? i know five cops! you wanna go to jail tonight?" and i was saying "why are you doing this?" over and over. it was a pretty surreal experience.

When I was attending college at the University of Evansville, our basketball team played in the Midwestern City Collegiate Conference along with Xavier and a bunch of other schools you've never heard of. It generally fell to us and Xavier to compete for a potential bid to the NCAA tournament, though no automatic bid was awarded to our lowly conference.

My senior year, both Xavier and U of E had fine teams, and the season would culminate in us playing Xavier in Cincinnati for the conference championship. We football players decided to charter a bus and party all the way to Ohio in order to support our Purple Aces brethren. Since--it turns out--it is illegal to have kegs on a chartered bus (at least in Indiana), we purchased large plastic garbage cans which were filled and refilled with bags of ice and countless cases of beer. By the time we reached the game, everyone was already trashed.

The game, of course, was a debacle, not simply because we were trounced by Xavier, but because I'd had the brilliant idea to display our support by spray-painting a sheet with the following slogan: The Musketeers must be queers! This earned us many taunts from the Xavier faithful, not to mention a number of empty and half-empty cups hurled in our direction.

The ride home, needless to say, was far less spirited than our arrival had been. What little merriment we could muster occurred whenever someone had to take a piss. Since the aisles were obstructed with garbage can/coolers, to get to the bathroom, one had to climb up and walk across the armrests all the way to the back of the bus. Of course, people seized this opportunity to grab the person's legs, pull on his belt loops, and/or tickle him in an attempt to make him piss his pants.

At some point, a teammate I'd never liked--and who certainly didn't like me--began running the gauntlet back to the bathroom. Someone (I learned later) flicked him in the nuts just as I was laughing at something my roommate had said. Assuming I was the culprit, he swung down at me, his cupped hand slapping the side of my head and instantly bursting my eardrum--I'd be able to hold my nose and blow air through the hole in my ear for weeks.

The pain was excruciating but not so much so that I wasn't able to reach up, grab him by the shirt, and yank him down to my level. As it so happens, he ended up across my lap as if I were cradling a child. I hit him in the face six or seven times before people began to grab my arms. Blood was everywhere. I win.

This guy later showed up at my wedding--uninvited--with a bunch of my other football buddies. Only my affection for my bride kept me from whipping his ass again right there.

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:...Assuming I was the culprit, he swung down at me, his cupped hand slapping the side of my head and instantly bursting my eardrum--I'd be able to hold my nose and blow air through the hole in my ear for weeks. ....

gaaaaaah!!! no!!!

11 years old. I was a crossing guard at my school.

This kid grabbed me from behind while I was holding that flag which stops traffic. I knew him and he was just one of those "touchy-feely" kids that always talked too close and things like that.

The thing that really pissed me off though was he yelled right into my ear which, simultaneously, hurt and scared the shit out of me in front of all of the people. Before I knew it I made a fist and smashed the kid right in the jaw.

It knocked him down on the side of the road and made his best friend cry.

I didn't give him any warning and I felt so guilty seeing him lying on the ground and listening to his little friend cry. This was the only fight I've ever been in.

BadComrade wrote:I've never been in a fight, ever.

what're you running for ghandi?