Yeah, I'm a Christian guy. I haven't really been in a fight in my adult life but I've had some weird "near-fight" situations or times where I probably should have gotten my @$$ kicked.

For instance:
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At my bachelor party it was the only time when "good, wholesome, Christian guys" are allowed to get drunk (I'm pretty sure that it's in the Bible somewhere). It was the first time I had been drinking with my brother and the first time we'd been "out" since we'd put on a bit of weight (We both graduated high school at about 135-145 and now weigh 225-235) and apparently (I was too drunk to remember) we got trashed and were walking all over the streets of Seattle pushing groups of guys and generally picking fights with anyone who looked at us! Thank God Seattle is full of pacifists and anti-everything weenies! It was a good night and I ended it with putting a cigar out on my buddies leg... it's okay, he let me do it (was he drunk or just stupid?). Good times.

My dad used to share his "fight stories" with us when we were growing up and I remember we loved it! Since this forum is more for the guys who are "guy's guys" I thought I'd ask- Have any good stories you'll share (or even better ones you won't) with your boys?

Dude - was that you in Seattle? Man. I thought it was one of my buddies from the Nimitz...

I was at a friend's birthday party in the early 90s. Frank was a good guy who always had plenty of beer on hand. (notice a trend - alcohol and fights...) I'd gotten pretty liquored up and there was a lady next door who was taking off her top. Me and a couple other guys were headed over to see what was up. Then there was a loud noise at Frank's place, and I saw a fight in the driveway. For some reason, I thought it was my friend Cary, so I ran over screaming "You can't do that, that's my friend!"

They told me the tackle looked really cool. The rest of the fight, however -- well, let's just say I flunked "fighting" in school. As I was flying into the fray, I noticed it wasn't Cary, it was Tom. And he probably deserved to get his @$$ kicked. He's always starting fights at parties. Anyway, they said they heard this:

"You can't do that! That's my friend!"
"Ow!"
"Stop that!"
"That hurts!"
"Get offa me!"

Frank pulled his brother off me, and I handed the victor a cold beer. Then I put a cold one on my eye. It still turned black. A nice shiner.

Cary did thank me for my selfless display of friendship. I told Tom next time that happened, I'd kick his @$$ myself.

That's awesome! What's funny is I had a similar thing happen to a friend of mine. He was training as an MMA fighter and so he was always waiting to unleash it on someone and he ended up kicking this guy's butt to save his friend... who wasn't even his friend. Can you imagine being the other guy? You're in a fight and suddenly this karate/jujitsu guy comes in and beats the tar out of you defending a guy he doesn't even know! First you think you are fighting some drunk- the next thing you know you're getting your ass handed to you by some guy you've never met and you didn't even think about fighting with! :rolf:

I usually just bear hug the person until they stop trying to hurt me....

We used to call that "old man wrestling" cause my dad used to do it, he'd just smother you with his weight or bear hug you. When I was on the wrestling team in Jr. High we'd line up by weight and do a "take-down tournament" where the first two lightest guys would wrestle and the winner would wrestle the next guy in line and so on up through the weight classes. I wrestled at 98 lbs. and I'd normally get up to about 165 before I'd get taken down but one day I made it up to the unlimited (200+) and the guy just grabbed me and threw me to the ground. It wasn't fun. We'd also do just "for fun" wrestling and I'd wrestle the heavy-weights and they would just lie on their stomach and there was nothing I could do- I couldn't roll them over! Keep them coming guys!

Oh, BTW Clay- I worked for the navy- I was never silly enough to join up!

For good fight stories, watch the Matrix movies. Can't beat those.

For some reason I have lots of stories about almost getting in fights with senior citizens!

The first one was when I was 22 and weighed around 200 lbs, pretty jacked for my age and my wife, mother and I were in Leavenworth, WA and we parked to go feed these billy goats that lived near the bridge. I parked in a closed real estate office parking lot in a handicapped spot and a guy from across the street (in his mid 60s) storms out of this little gift shop and is yelling at me telling me that I can't park there. I told him we were only going to be a few minutes and he keeps yelling and walking towards me like he wants a piece of me. My mom hates confrontation so I think that he might just have issues with the handicapped spot so I move the car to another spot but he keeps on coming. I get out of the car and he's only a few feet from me screaming at the top of his lungs. I finally think to myseld, "okay, I've had enough of this" and I said something along the lines of, "I don't know who you think you are but keep this up and I'll break your hip." He stops for a minute and realizes that if he comes at me I am going to drop him so he cocks his head kind of like a dog when they are confused and then storms off saying he's going to call the cops. We were there for a few minutes and were leaving town anyhow so the cops never came (I don't think he even called them). What a jerk!

My brother has difficulty with old guys too. He was in his car and his girlfriend drove him to the place and went inside. She parked a little close to the car on the right and my brother was sitting in the passenger seat with his window down. She's got the keys and when the guy next to him comes over he tells my brother to move the car. He responds that he can't b/c she's inside with the keys. Well this 60+ year old man tells him that if he doesn't move he'll slam his car door into my brother's car. My brother again stated that he couldn't move. The old guy goes up to his driver's side door and fakes like he's going to throw it open and dent my brother's car. At this point he comes flying out of the car and is hanging out of the window from his waist up pointing and screaming at this old dude, "I'm going to tell you how this is going to *ing work. You are going to close the *ing door. You are going to walk your * around to the other side of the *ing car and you are going to climb in through the *ing passenger's side. If you even touch my car I'm going to jump out and beat our *ing *." (explitives deleted...my brother was a coastie).

What is with these old guys and their sense of entitlement?!

Wow! Coasties sure have foul mouths! :lol:

You too afraid to fight someone your own age? Gotta pick on old folks like Squat? :haha: