Where you were actually trying to punch someone?
Despite my reputation, it was in the 1970's. I lost but I was right.
Despite my reputation, it was in the 1970's. I lost but I was right.
Your last fight.
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Atlanta to Louisville and I sat next to a stinky guy. Bathe people.
Miami, Florida 2005?
It lasted less time than some of young Tyson's fights...
It lasted less time than some of young Tyson's fights...
I would mention mine but " First Rule of Fight Club" prevents me from talking about it.
My are last fight was 1978, FE Warren AFB, Cheyenne WY.
Punched a buddy. He punched me back. We ended it there and declared it a draw. Yes, we were drunk.
Punched a buddy. He punched me back. We ended it there and declared it a draw. Yes, we were drunk.
September 6, 2006 in the purple lot. Uk vs Texas St football game. A fight broke out with the tailgate next to ours, and it ended up drawing our tailgate in too.
40th Birthday. Strange too. We were at a bar to celebrate (Bday obviously). It was good fight too. Maybe midlife crisis stuff haha!
Me and that guy left with a few dents and a good story. I’m 45 now so hopefully I’m over that crap.
Me and that guy left with a few dents and a good story. I’m 45 now so hopefully I’m over that crap.
Don’t worry, your co-ed murder game is still going strong, glen
TBH I'm not sure if what happened would even be classified as a fight.
Derby Day 2019, I beat the **** out of my Trumper cousin. It felt good.
Was a bartender from 05-08 in Bullitt County. My last 2 fights were due to that. One for not serving someone’s girlfriend who was underage, and that fella thought he knew the owner better than I did. That didn’t end well for him.
The other I had had enough of the night and started to be a smart *** prick to everyone. One fella didn’t appreciate it at all so he challenged me and walked over to the end of the bar where we met. A few punches thrown each way and the whole bar broke it up relatively quick leaving us both pinned on the floor talking **** until it cleared up.
He was kicked from the bar and I got to go home. I took the worst of that because I misread the squirrely dweeb and honestly thought he’d never swing.
The other I had had enough of the night and started to be a smart *** prick to everyone. One fella didn’t appreciate it at all so he challenged me and walked over to the end of the bar where we met. A few punches thrown each way and the whole bar broke it up relatively quick leaving us both pinned on the floor talking **** until it cleared up.
He was kicked from the bar and I got to go home. I took the worst of that because I misread the squirrely dweeb and honestly thought he’d never swing.
My last fight was at the Derby in 2019 where my liberal cousin got his *** beat and then lied about it on the internet. Felt good.
I don't need to lie, *****. If you ever want to find out just let me know.
Look at this bad ***. We got a regular Mike Cryson.
He's doubling up on his testosterone transitioning meds.
Where was the question again? I don’t remember asking a question. But I did answer it in 2019. Won two times that Derby. Felt good
All this Toxic Masculinity is upsetting. How about we all settle down and enjoy a nice soy latte, comrades?
Bet you hit him with a limp-wristed left!
I almost killed the last guy I fought. He got his foot caught in my back pocket and I almost drug him to death.
It definitely caused a family rift. His little sister was one of my closest cousins. Now we hardly speak. Be what it be.
Be honest, it was against the little sister, and you didn’t really win…
Lovers quarrel perhaps?
I went 1-0 in college and that was my last fight. Watch the Forrest Gump Black Panther scene to see what it looked like.
What bar? I didn’t move to Bullitt county til 2017 so I wouldn’t know you but I am curious cause some of Bullitt county is rough man
2003. Bar in Bowling Green. $10 all you can drink wells and domestic drafts. Absolutely shitfaced. More of a skirmish than a fight.
I was talking basketball trash with a UL fan (Cats were on the huge winning streak but the Cards were our last loss) and it somehow got heated on his end. He got in my face and pushed me. I threw wgat was left of my drink in his face and we threw some awkward drunken punches and wrestled/fell to the floor. Bouncers got to us quickly. Lasted about 12 seconds. Nobody was injured. Nobody won. We both got kicked out.
Saw that same dude about a year later and he bought me a beer and we laughed about it.
I was talking basketball trash with a UL fan (Cats were on the huge winning streak but the Cards were our last loss) and it somehow got heated on his end. He got in my face and pushed me. I threw wgat was left of my drink in his face and we threw some awkward drunken punches and wrestled/fell to the floor. Bouncers got to us quickly. Lasted about 12 seconds. Nobody was injured. Nobody won. We both got kicked out.
Saw that same dude about a year later and he bought me a beer and we laughed about it.
I'm too old to fight now but I've always been the kind of guy nobody wants to even think about fighting. I have the size and look of a fighter naturally.
In the military I can't count the number of Marines I beat the daylights out of because they constantly wanted to start crap and when I was young it didn't take much. There was this typical stocky New York muscled up Italian that thought he was Rocky that picked a fight with me at the barracks. We went outside and I clowned him. He'd swing wildly and miss and I'd tag him a couple of times and taunt him. I did that until he swung himself out then I body slammed him with this little Judo moved that works on untrained fighters 100% of the time. Then he did that thing I hate where they want to hug it up after losing.
I don't know why men place such a high importance and self-esteem on fighting. I was very good at it because my psycho older brothers had me fighting their 16-18 year old friends when I was 12 because they said I was their trained killer. I was basically raised like Charles Bronson in hard times by them. By the time I was 18 and went into the military nobody could touch me.
In the military I can't count the number of Marines I beat the daylights out of because they constantly wanted to start crap and when I was young it didn't take much. There was this typical stocky New York muscled up Italian that thought he was Rocky that picked a fight with me at the barracks. We went outside and I clowned him. He'd swing wildly and miss and I'd tag him a couple of times and taunt him. I did that until he swung himself out then I body slammed him with this little Judo moved that works on untrained fighters 100% of the time. Then he did that thing I hate where they want to hug it up after losing.
I don't know why men place such a high importance and self-esteem on fighting. I was very good at it because my psycho older brothers had me fighting their 16-18 year old friends when I was 12 because they said I was their trained killer. I was basically raised like Charles Bronson in hard times by them. By the time I was 18 and went into the military nobody could touch me.
I've told it before but what the hell. 3 years ago my sister overdosed. I told dude if he sells to my sister again I'd kill him. Well he did. He only lived a mile away. I dressed in all black and walked over there. I knew exactly what time he went to work. So I laid in wait.
The second he stepped off the porch I hit him with everything I had. I got on top of him and punched him in the face till my arms got tired. I was in a zone and when it faded I thought I'd killed him. I sprinted back to my house and burned everything I had on.
Of course the police showed up at my house the next day and took me into custody. All they had was motive and broken knuckles. I was charged with felony assault. Luckily I had started training in boxing. But what saved me was my aunt was a judge and told my judge all the details. The judge said the prosecution had no evidence and dismissed the case. Dude was in the hospital 4 weeks I think. To this day he doesn't look the same. I'm not Billy Badass. I just had a lot of built up anger and unleashed it on him.
The second he stepped off the porch I hit him with everything I had. I got on top of him and punched him in the face till my arms got tired. I was in a zone and when it faded I thought I'd killed him. I sprinted back to my house and burned everything I had on.
Of course the police showed up at my house the next day and took me into custody. All they had was motive and broken knuckles. I was charged with felony assault. Luckily I had started training in boxing. But what saved me was my aunt was a judge and told my judge all the details. The judge said the prosecution had no evidence and dismissed the case. Dude was in the hospital 4 weeks I think. To this day he doesn't look the same. I'm not Billy Badass. I just had a lot of built up anger and unleashed it on him.