Your last altercation?

Oof..1992 Freshman year...dude thought he could spit on me while riding his bike, laughed as he rode away. Wasnt laughing when he got dragged off bike from behind and pummeled. Kinda felt bad later, he was a giant dumbass but he learned a lesson in the end I suppose.
 
From the few posters so far, it seems the trend was 'way back then.'

As much as I'd like to belt the person I'm thinking of, in reality, I hope I never have to shuffle again. That stuff hurts.
 
Ward Ayer's Gun Shop, Surfside Beach, S.C., 1987. I Bitch slapped a man with as much force as I could muster. Coffee and other supplies went every where. He left to get his gun.....never came back.

Would really like the Paul Harvey on this one...
 
1986. I’m a lover, not a fighter. Plus almost every disagreement since has been solved with distance or a free drink. And I tend to get carried away with things so when growing up disagreements and fights ended badly. More consequences as an adult.
 
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I lost a fight to Shawn Parks in 6th grade, that’s when I learned that there are no rules.

unlike you guys I’ve lost more than I’ve won, but I’ve avoided any since college other than a couple stupid drunks that are really just making noise on their way to the floor largely under their own power.
 
Like JimB, I lost a fight in the 6th grade...up til then mainly fought with my brothers or silly fights with neighborhood kids. First real butt whoopin I got out back of the YMCA in Kernersville. Kid antagonized me until I agreed to "take it outside"...first thing I remember is a fist flying towards my face. After that it was a bunch of him smackin me around and me trying to get hands on the little bugger. Taught me some very important lessons:

1. Don't take it outside...if you are gonna fight, fight.
2. Hit first, hit hard
3. Being big doesn't necessarily help

Funny story though...in retrospect...

Around 96 in Chapel Hill, I went to a bar on Franklin street with a friend of mine. I was sitting at a table with a friend of mine who was somewhat of a pansy...but he was a pal. (Since then he now lives in DC and is a rabid liberal...we don't talk)

A bunch of drunken frat boys come in and start giving my friend and I a hard time...basic drunk guy stuff...taking shots, smack talkin... So when we have a brief moment I motion to my friend to finish our beers and get out. The head drunk leans over and says "Hey...yall ok?" and I was like "Yeah, we are." He immediately puffs up like a puffer fish and gets all aggressive...apparently he didn't say "Are yall ok..." he said "Are yall gay?"

Well, it was now a matter of a gay bashing about to take place. So we try to settle them down by assuring them we aren't...but I could tell they were pretty anxious to get their trip to bashville going. We did end up making it out, and to this day, I am very careful how I answer questions to drunk people.

And to add...I wasn't necessarily afraid of fighting the one guy...or even his friend. But it was the 4 other friends with them...as Ron White said "I wasn't sure how many of them it was going to take to kick my butt, but they were going to use 6". And my friend? Well, I figured he may be able to take one, or at least slow them down...but the sum total was still me getting my butt smeared all over the bar, possibly arrested, and so on and so forth.
 
1993 I had a half retarded kid punch me in the stomach. I just laughed at him, I wasn't gonna beat up a retarded kid and I wasn't a fighter anyway.
 
Haven't had many fights. One close call was at an oyster bar called Dirty Moe's down in Boca Raton Florida. A friend and I were threading our way through a packed crowd when a guy backs up into me and spills his drink. I could tell he wasn't happy and you could see the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He turned around and looked me right in the chest. He then looked up at me and his whole demeanor changed. He gave me this big smile and said "Damn, you're on my side". I just smiled and nodded and he turned back around to continue what he was doing before. I like those fights the end before they start.
 
Like JimB, I lost a fight in the 6th grade...up til then mainly fought with my brothers or silly fights with neighborhood kids. First real butt whoopin I got out back of the YMCA in Kernersville. Kid antagonized me until I agreed to "take it outside"...first thing I remember is a fist flying towards my face. After that it was a bunch of him smackin me around and me trying to get hands on the little bugger. Taught me some very important lessons:

1. Don't take it outside...if you are gonna fight, fight.
2. Hit first, hit hard
3. Being big doesn't necessarily help

Funny story though...in retrospect...

Around 96 in Chapel Hill, I went to a bar on Franklin street with a friend of mine. I was sitting at a table with a friend of mine who was somewhat of a pansy...but he was a pal. (Since then he now lives in DC and is a rabid liberal...we don't talk)

A bunch of drunken frat boys come in and start giving my friend and I a hard time...basic drunk guy stuff...taking shots, smack talkin... So when we have a brief moment I motion to my friend to finish our beers and get out. The head drunk leans over and says "Hey...yall ok?" and I was like "Yeah, we are." He immediately puffs up like a puffer fish and gets all aggressive...apparently he didn't say "Are yall ok..." he said "Are yall gay?"

Well, it was now a matter of a gay bashing about to take place. So we try to settle them down by assuring them we aren't...but I could tell they were pretty anxious to get their trip to bashville going. We did end up making it out, and to this day, I am very careful how I answer questions to drunk people.

And to add...I wasn't necessarily afraid of fighting the one guy...or even his friend. But it was the 4 other friends with them...as Ron White said "I wasn't sure how many of them it was going to take to kick my butt, but they were going to use 6". And my friend? Well, I figured he may be able to take one, or at least slow them down...but the sum total was still me getting my butt smeared all over the bar, possibly arrested, and so on and so forth.

I referenced "Big Wayne" upstream.

He said one of the toughest fights he was ever in, involved a little Mexican.

He tried to slap the little fella after some words, but didn't connect. He said he then saw a flurry of tennis shoes in his face. As he was trying to back away and regroup, he stepped in a hole in the parking lot and fell. More tennis shoes about the face.

While he was down, he was able to grab one of the guy's legs and stop him. The guy broke loose and ran.

Big Wayne said he ain't ever got it that bad before. Lol.
 
Haven't had many fights. One close call was at an oyster bar called Dirty Moe's down in Boca Raton Florida. A friend and I were threading our way through a packed crowd when a guy backs up into me and spills his drink. I could tell he wasn't happy and you could see the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He turned around and looked me right in the chest. He then looked up at me and his whole demeanor changed. He gave me this big smile and said "Damn, you're on my side". I just smiled and nodded and he turned back around to continue what he was doing before. I like those fights the end before they start.

I was out one Halloween night with some friends in Raleigh. One of my friends got bumped in to just like you described. The guy who spilled his drink was big. He started to puff up as he turned around and saw my friend’s chest. Imagine a reasonably big guy turning around mad and expecting to see a smaller guy because most guys would be.

Except my friend Is a Highland games competitor and holds records in the sheaf toss and held his own on the caber toss. Big doesn’t even begin to describe Travis. The puff got deflated quickly and the guy moved on. I am not even sure Travis noticed.
 
I referenced "Big Wayne" upstream.

He said one of the toughest fights he was ever in, involved a little Mexican.

He tried to slap the little fella after some words, but didn't connect. He said he then saw a flurry of tennis shoes in his face. As he was trying to back away and regroup, he stepped in a hole in the parking lot and fell. More tennis shoes about the face.

While he was down, he was able to grab one of the guy's legs and stop him. The guy broke loose and ran.

Big Wayne said he ain't ever got it that bad before. Lol.
Yup...This kid was a fighter...and he was small and lean, and experienced. When a grappler cant get hold of a striker, bad things happen.
 
‘91...was between 17-18.

At a cookout/party/drunkfest. Thought this dude ran into me, but in reality, I had a lot too much to drink, to the point where I probably ran into him. Dropped my plate of food, and started running my mouth. Guy was mid to late 30s and to his credit, he tried disengage at least twice, but I was having none of it.

Hit him as hard as what I thought I could. He shook it off and started giggling. I was pretty well snockered, but at that point, I was aware enough to realize I was in trouble and I mentally prepared myself to tote an ass whooping...that’s exactly what I got and got what I deserved.

Learned several very valuable life lessons that day.
 
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I managed this place for fun back in the day in addition to my day job. Fights? A few, mostly drunken college kids. the girls were the worst. Aikido helped me to not hurt them, redirect and submit. The best fight stopper-and that's what you want top do is STOP the fight-was a boxer, undefeated in the US NAVY 145 lbs. Next best was a guy who did Hollywood stunts-think teenage Ninja Mutant Turtles. Only saw one gun, drunken GI just re-enlisted in US ARMY-had a loaded Sig 226 in the bar. Didn't call Bragg or PD (who I had 2 of working outside-cops couldn't go in bar unless a emergency). Sat his drunk ass down and he was crying. Took his car keys and threw the Sig in the trunk with the keys-had him call his buddy after 4 hours to bring another set.

As manager you were expected to close and defeat the enemy-I carried OC 10 before police had it issued. Best hands on was a bitch slap when I asked the guy to repeat him self. Catch someone with a open mouth and close the jaw for them they'll fall down.
 
Yup...This kid was a fighter...and he was small and lean, and experienced. When a grappler cant get hold of a striker, bad things happen.
I have a buddy who weighs all of #150 and worked as a bouncer. A small quick martial arts style grappler is exactly the opposite of what a drunk brawler is equipped to handle.

Myself, I can't recall being in a fight since I was 10 yrs old. Doesn't mean it didn't happen... I'm missing a few days here and there.
 
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Not me but a sight to be seen.

Back in my first year in college I was going to a junior college in a real small county town where I really did not fit in. We went to a bar on main street and when we opened the door it was like a light cutting through the darkness and smoke. My friend (that had longer hair) and I then me headed to the bar for a beer. About 5 minutes later 2 guys are getting into a big argument and I asked the bar tender if he was going to stop them. His answer was that they are friends and would make everything good. As soon as he said that they were rolling over the tables and fist were flying. I looked at my friend and said we need to get out of there as quickly as possible. It was like out of a western movie.
 
I was always a small guy. 5'6 and 145 pounds soaking wet when I was really in shape. My goal was to survive fights. Avoid grappling from the big guys, get in punch them in the face, and get back out. I had a lot of almost fights in my early 20's, but got lucky.

The last real fight I had was around a camp fire. Had knocked a friend out for acting stupid while he was drunk already. I proceeded to drink more and everyone forgot about the knocked out guy that got drug into a tent. We all remembered him when he started screaming and coming at me with a log. By that point I was also fairly drunk. The stick and move still worked though and I got him to submit and sit quietly the rest of the night. He thanked me for it the next day.
 
I was out one Halloween night with some friends in Raleigh. One of my friends got bumped in to just like you described. The guy who spilled his drink was big. He started to puff up as he turned around and saw my friend’s chest. Imagine a reasonably big guy turning around mad and expecting to see a smaller guy because most guys would be.

Except my friend Is a Highland games competitor and holds records in the sheaf toss and held his own on the caber toss. Big doesn’t even begin to describe Travis. The puff got deflated quickly and the guy moved on. I am not even sure Travis noticed.
Sometimes I don't even have to be there. My wife worked for a company credit union. One day she had a customer come in with a bad attitude. Apparently there was a small charge on his statement he wasn't expecting. He was rapid firing questions at my wife not even giving her a chance to respond. Generally being a real jerk. When she was able to say something she said "I think you know my husband". He said (still with an attitude) "Yeah, who would that be". She told him my name and he almost wet himself. In a millisecond he became the sweetest, nicest guy you'd ever want to meet. The other girl behind the counter had to hide her face because she was laughing so hard. From then on whenever he came in to her branch, he'd just about run people over trying to get to my wife to say hello and to have a nice day.
 
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I referenced "Big Wayne" upstream.

He said one of the toughest fights he was ever in, involved a little Mexican.

He tried to slap the little fella after some words, but didn't connect. He said he then saw a flurry of tennis shoes in his face. As he was trying to back away and regroup, he stepped in a hole in the parking lot and fell. More tennis shoes about the face.

While he was down, he was able to grab one of the guy's legs and stop him. The guy broke loose and ran.

Big Wayne said he ain't ever got it that bad before. Lol.

My dad was one of those "little Mexican's" - yeah, no way I'd mess with one.

I was in several fights in elementary school. The last one, I was jumped (almost literally) from behind and never had a chance to react before I was on the ground. Started taking karate shortly after that. (Kyokushin - look it up, it's a pretty rough style.) That was 78

Only been in one fight since then, some time in the 90s. I was driving too fast and a guy cut me off at an intersection. We exchanged horns and fingers, then when I stopped at the next stoplight, a major intersection (think Glenwood at Crabtree), he stops behind me and gets out, walks up to my door. I wasn't going to sit there and see what happened. Seconds later, we're in an "altercation". Seconds after that, cops lit us up. Everyone agreed to forget it happened.
 
Sometimes I don't even have to be there. My wife worked for a company credit union. One day she had a customer come in with a bad attitude. Apparently there was a small charge on his statement he wasn't expecting. He was rapid firing questions at my wife not even giving her a chance to respond. Generally being a real jerk. When she was able to say something she said "I think you know my husband". He said (still with an attitude) "Yeah, who would that be". She told him my name and he almost wet himself. In a millisecond he became the sweetest, nicest guy you'd ever want to meet. The other girl behind the counter had to hide her face because she was laughing so hard. From then on whenever he came in to her branch, he'd just about run people over trying to get to my wife to say hello and to have a nice day.



 
Oh gosh... middle school, a kid was begging for a beating and found one so bad that he was bloodied and crying in front of 100+ other students. I got suspended but he never, ever bothered me again.

As an adult, thankfully stern words or walking away have sufficed, including a close call with a homeless guy uptown at 2am.
 
Not me but a sight to be seen.

Back in my first year in college I was going to a junior college in a real small county town where I really did not fit in. We went to a bar on main street and when we opened the door it was like a light cutting through the darkness and smoke. My friend (that had longer hair) and I then me headed to the bar for a beer. About 5 minutes later 2 guys are getting into a big argument and I asked the bar tender if he was going to stop them. His answer was that they are friends and would make everything good. As soon as he said that they were rolling over the tables and fist were flying. I looked at my friend and said we need to get out of there as quickly as possible. It was like out of a western movie.
I was in one of those one time, people toppling over tables, bar stools flying thru the air, literally 1/2 the patrons engaged in some way, it was fun/funny as hell, we came out of it with the club owner covering our tabs.
 
It's been a few decades.

The one I remember was a bar fight. I was 18 and in a bar back when you could come in but couldn't drink. There was a guy in our area that was 6'4 250 and was on scholarship to Clemson as a linebacker. For some reason, an argument led to a fight of his guys and an accomplice of mine.

Things escalated and everyone was fighting.. I am playing pool with an aluminum pool stick when this guy squares off on me. I bang it right over his head and it was like the Looney Toons skit when the implement bends to the shape of the head. He just blinked, picked me up and tossed me across the room like it was a midget toss. I proceeded to stay low and crawl myself out during the mayhem.

Funny thing, is next week we were playing basketball at the park. I ran into him and apologized about it... he didn't even remember the fight.... He was big! But he was not too bright!
 
Idk maybe a year ago? Me and some buddies were walking around chicago in the wee hours rocking our maga hats and looking to start some static while exercising our privilege . We saw this guy coming out of subway and decided we'd smack him around a bit. then we wrapped a shoestring around his neck and told him it was maga country.
 
Several decades ago in my young and restless bulletproof days I worked as a bouncer so had a few "altercations". The real advantage was that my opponents were usually drunk and I wasn't, of course it didn't hurt that my 6'6 265 lb brother was the "cooler" at said establishments.
This was a lifetime ago in a far West Texas oil town.
 
I was always a small guy. 5'6 and 145 pounds soaking wet when I was really in shape. My goal was to survive fights. Avoid grappling from the big guys, get in punch them in the face, and get back out. I had a lot of almost fights in my early 20's, but got lucky.

The last real fight I had was around a camp fire. Had knocked a friend out for acting stupid while he was drunk already. I proceeded to drink more and everyone forgot about the knocked out guy that got drug into a tent. We all remembered him when he started screaming and coming at me with a log. By that point I was also fairly drunk. The stick and move still worked though and I got him to submit and sit quietly the rest of the night. He thanked me for it the next day.

The worst whoopin I ever received was from a guy that was 5'5" and probably 135lbs. Absolutely destroyed my leg and left me with a slight limp for about a decade.












He was driving a Camaro. ;)
 
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I managed this place for fun back in the day in addition to my day job. Fights? A few, mostly drunken college kids. the girls were the worst. Aikido helped me to not hurt them, redirect and submit. The best fight stopper-and that's what you want top do is STOP the fight-was a boxer, undefeated in the US NAVY 145 lbs. Next best was a guy who did Hollywood stunts-think teenage Ninja Mutant Turtles. Only saw one gun, drunken GI just re-enlisted in US ARMY-had a loaded Sig 226 in the bar. Didn't call Bragg or PD (who I had 2 of working outside-cops couldn't go in bar unless a emergency). Sat his drunk ass down and he was crying. Took his car keys and threw the Sig in the trunk with the keys-had him call his buddy after 4 hours to bring another set.

As manager you were expected to close and defeat the enemy-I carried OC 10 before police had it issued. Best hands on was a bitch slap when I asked the guy to repeat him self. Catch someone with a open mouth and close the jaw for them they'll fall down.
We must have met. I started going there ~’82 when I was 16. We’d go in groups around 8 or more. Whenever they played Ramones “What I line about you” we’d make a circle arms on each other’s shoulders dance and sing at the top of our lungs & folks would join in.
A few times we went Barry’s place after closing.

I got in a bunch of fights in my yout. I had years of judo and wrestling competition. Never lost and had a reputation of a berserker which served me well.
 
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I honestly don’t remember. It was while I was in the suck but don’t remember what happened.

There were plenty of times after that things came close to blows but never broke out. One memorable night with me and two buddies against an entire frat house in a bar in MD. That went sideways quick but just as the first punch was being thrown their giant bouncer (who really liked the three of us) laid that dude out with a monster sucker punch and told them to beat it. Lol.
 
Being a larger guy I typically never had problems where a jackass tried to go with me just for the hell of it, so real tussles were few and far between. One time in the early 80's I was at a pool bar with a guy I worked with named Kevin- we had just dropped in for a quick beer after work. Kevin was an ex-Ranger who probably could have split wood without machinery, in an era before steroid freaks were normal, Kevin was built like a 6x6 truck, stood only maybe 5ft 5 inches tall, but his chest was like 3 feet wide and about as deep, with a neck bigger than my thigh. Think: Johnny Bravo as a redheaded Irishman. He wore dress shirts but probably split seams every time he sneezed.

Kevin wandered off to take a piss, I was nursing my beer when a group of young college twats decide to press the bar and want to take over our seats- I told them the seats were taken but they did what jack-wads do and tried taking over. I grabbed the nearest one and kinda bopped my glass beer mug off of his forehead while remaining seated. It took the others a few seconds to realize their buddy was not doing so well and they started closing in on me. I then stood up and drove the heel of my palm straight up into the nose of the next closest dude ( in my experience this hurts less than knuckles) and I was surprised they all then sorta backed off. Was feeling all feisty but what I didn't realize was that Kevin had returned and was levitating two of them by their collars while whispering something about their ability to father children or sing anything other than soprano. Something about his sincerity convinced them to grab all their other buddies and split pronto.

It never hurts to have a bodyguard who can go 100% when needed.
 
I guess 2009-2010. I had to drag a buddy out of Crowleys in Raleigh after he decided to fight an entire pledge class. Broke two kids noses and curb stomped a third.
 
I guess 2009-2010. I had to drag a buddy out of Crowleys in Raleigh after he decided to fight an entire pledge class. Broke two kids noses and curb stomped a third.
My first date (and second) with my wife was in Crowleys 30 years ago. LOL
But we were eating dinner, not over in the bar.
 
I had my fair share in high school, because I was a big guy, but a nerdy, bookish big guy, so people apparently thought I was an easy target for some street cred? All of them learned that I'm not much for punching or shoving. I grab ahold, and then I *hurt* you. I choke, twist arms, wrench shoulders, bend fingers, and bite, if needed.

In college, I once got into a drunken punching contest. Not really a fight, but me and the other guy both woke the next morning covered in bruises with a really stupid story to tell.

Only had one altercation in adulthood. About 10 years ago, was hanging out with some friends, and some of their friends were also over. This one guy, a college student decided he didn't like me. I'm not sure why. (the guy later got therapy and medication for some mental issues, and from what I hear, he's been normal since) He was probably half my size. I heard a screeching sound and running behind me, and I turn to see this kid running at me full tilt with his fist cocked back.

I open-hand hit him in the throat and he went down like a sack of potatoes. I then pinned him to the floor and held him in place. I told him to chill the hell out, because I could hold him there all night if I needed to. I won't lie, I wanted to beat the pulp out of him at the time, but I'm glad I didn't.

I'm not a violent person. I got enough of that crap from my dad growing up. I won't start a fight, but if someone brings the fight to me, I'm going to do my best to finish it.
 
I like watching paid professionals fight. Boxing, MuaThai. Mma, Lethwei.

If you don't get paid in some way, you probably shouldn't be fighting. It's more aerobic than you think.

Plus, I carry a lot. Walking away, preferably long before it even happens, is the best course of action. Don't want to get into fisticuffs while carrying a gun, and pulling out a gun because you have a big mouth or puffed up is a bad take. No ever going to end up well.
 
My first date (and second) with my wife was in Crowleys 30 years ago. LOL
But we were eating dinner, not over in the bar.

I cant say as I have ever been in dined there but drank plenty as a lad. The night of the brawl my cousin,friend and I decided to go our old watering hole and pick up some 18-20 yr old chicks. Nothing worse than three drunk dude in their mid twenties that miss college.
 
I cant say as I have ever been in dined there but drank plenty as a lad. The night of the brawl my cousin,friend and I decided to go our old watering hole and pick up some 18-20 yr old chicks. Nothing worse than three drunk dude in their mid twenties that miss college.
Shortly before I met my wife I was dating the hostess there. Six foot blonde who played women’s basketball for NCSU.

That was a great place while it lasted.
 
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Probably about 12 years ago... Hurts getting punched in the face... Almost hurts worse hitting someone in the face...

I probably think about doing it about 5 times a day on average...
Got tagged on the chin by a golden gloves heavyweight standing outside a bar. When I just stood there and looked at him, he got on his motorcycle with a single leap and has not been seen since.
I hit a guy in high school so hard I broke several of his teeth.

Been on both sides of that fence.
 
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