School fights
I don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
I don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
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I coulda been a contender...
Being built like Joey Ramone might have been cool when I was 13, but it wasnt much use being a skinny, lanky streak of piddle whilst being attacked by the local psychos. As a result of numerous beatings, I took up a friends offer to learn how to box and was introduced to the trainer who looked me up and down and decided that with my light weight and long reach I might be quite a good prospect. So, two weeks of training, and working on punch bags, heavy bags and watching others, with an optimistic trainer and bursting with self belief I am ready to spar.
My opponent shows up and is a good foot smaller than my 6', a crowd gathers to see my first one on one. The bell goes and I approach, as he gets near I give him a stiff jab which backs him up - waahey! So I throw another, same thing. And again and again - this is easy.
Wrong! All of a sudden he races forward and belts me square in the face, I drop my guard and he then proceeds to beat the living daylights out of me as I screamed 'fuck off, fuck off' at him.
I never returned but did decide from that day forward if I was ever attacked I would either run like hell or get a large heavy object and try to kill my assailant with it.
( , Mon 13 Mar 2006, 13:15, Reply)
Being built like Joey Ramone might have been cool when I was 13, but it wasnt much use being a skinny, lanky streak of piddle whilst being attacked by the local psychos. As a result of numerous beatings, I took up a friends offer to learn how to box and was introduced to the trainer who looked me up and down and decided that with my light weight and long reach I might be quite a good prospect. So, two weeks of training, and working on punch bags, heavy bags and watching others, with an optimistic trainer and bursting with self belief I am ready to spar.
My opponent shows up and is a good foot smaller than my 6', a crowd gathers to see my first one on one. The bell goes and I approach, as he gets near I give him a stiff jab which backs him up - waahey! So I throw another, same thing. And again and again - this is easy.
Wrong! All of a sudden he races forward and belts me square in the face, I drop my guard and he then proceeds to beat the living daylights out of me as I screamed 'fuck off, fuck off' at him.
I never returned but did decide from that day forward if I was ever attacked I would either run like hell or get a large heavy object and try to kill my assailant with it.
( , Mon 13 Mar 2006, 13:15, Reply)
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