On Thursday nights, my friends and I used to go to this bar called Philthy Mcnasty’s (weird name I know).
The only reason we used to go to that bar is because their nachos were pretty good for a decent price.
And here’s a pic of the staff:
Anyway, let’s not get off track, this is also where I got into my first (and only) street fight.
Here’s what happened:
It was around the year 2000 or so and myself and about 4 of my buddies went out.
My friend Pete is this hot-headed Italian who’s got a touch of the Napoleon complex (especially when he gets drunk).
So we were hanging out at some tables and talking.
Then, this one guy walks by, a little too close to Pete, and he says something to him.
Next thing you know, they’re on the ground going at it.
It’s 1-on-1 and I see the bouncers on their way so I stay out of it because nothing is really happening.
Then, I guess it’s the buddy of the guy who’s fighting Pete decides it’s a good idea to throw a full cup of beer in my face.
Man was I p’od!
THAT WAS A FULL CUP OF BEER WASTED!@#! 🙂
Well I just snapped and without thinking dropped him with 2 right hands in a row (I had no boxing skills but I was in good shape so I guess it hurt).
I knew I had to leave so I grabbed my coat and left the bar.
As I was walking to my friend’s car to go home, I saw the guy I’d dropped inside and at the same time he saw me.
So he starts walking towards me.
He’s fairly far away so it gives me time to think.
I just stood there and waited for him.
We were about 20 feet away and he yells, "Let’s go."
Uhm, thanks for stating the obvious buddy.
I got into something that resembled a fighting stance, then once he got within range, I threw a straight kick with my rear leg and connected with his jaw.
Should’ve learned his lesson – didn’t – and down he went.
For the second time.
I’ve got to admit, it felt good.
I’m not proud of it (I’m also not ashamed of it).
But in retrospect, it was stupid and I should’ve done my best to avoid the situation.
Who knows?
He could’ve had a knife, a gun, or he could’ve learned some dangerous techniques (like those found in this book by my friend Jeff).
Either way, the next time something happens, I’m going to do my best to deflate the situation or run away.
I don’t care how I look, I’ve got nothing to prove.
But there are cases where you’re caught in a situation you can’t get out of.
My buddy Pete (again) was in a situation like that, where he could’ve been killed.
Seriously.
I’m going to share this story with you tomorrow, so come back to the blog and you can read all about it.
But for now, I want to hear your street fight story. If you’ve got multiple, leave your best one.
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UPDATE: Part II is now live. Click here.
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