Don't touch me there...
I was not a violent young man, but I did manage to get into my fair share of fights whilst in school. My greatest fight was also my retirement fight at the age of 12...

Went to a birthday party for a school friend of mine, and after the festivities the sporting events began, but quickly devolved into a game of "smear the queer." For those of you who aren't familiar, smear the queer is a game where one person has the ball and everyone tries to tackle that person until (1) they go down, or (2) they give up the ball.

Well, I had just finished a beautiful tackle where I really made the victim eat dirt and was standing up and dusting myself off when someone (not even the one I tackled, which would have been understandable) punched me in the back of my head. Note to everyone: never, ever do this; it makes me very angry, and you wouldn't like me when I'm angry.

Time slows down and I watch him ineffectually try to punch me again and again, while at the same time landing some good shots to his head. Eventually (who knows how long, time was slow), I took him down and was sitting on top of him pounding on him while he cried like a baby when the adults came out to see what was going on. It took three of them to drag me off of him.

The final result: Me: breathing heavy; Him: 5 broken fingers (both hands), broken wrist, broken arm, mashed nose, broken face bones, concussion, two black eyes.

the people who were there that day never looked at me the same after than. We moved within the year...
( kingoffools, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 21:52, Reply)