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Tell Us About Your Bar Fight.... (1 Viewer)

My cousin and I were in Detroit for a convention back in '97.. I remember exactly what year because we took my old man's brand new 1997 Ford Expedition.

After the meetings that day, we loaded up the Ford with seven of us 20 somethings and headed to some meat market bar for the night.  After a relatively quiet night of drinking and hitting on bar skanks, we decided to head back to the hotel.  Five of us jumped in and my cousin and one other guy had to piss.  So they are standing outside of the truck taking a piss and two guys walking out of the bar started talking #### to them.  My cousin and the other guy were jawing back at them.. The two guys started over in an aggressive manner, thinking it was going to be 2 on 2... When we saw what was going down, the five of us piled out of the truck.  The two guys saw us and took off running.. All the other guys gave chase.. I jumped back in the Expedition and followed them.  They made it to their vehicle just in time, got in, shut and locked the doors.. I pulled up just in time to see one of the guys put his fist through the driver's side window and pull the guy out through the broken glass.  Six guys then started beating this guy's ###... his buddy gets out of the vehicle pleading for them to stop.  I jumped out and yelled at all of them to get back in the ####### truck, we're leaving... Thankfully they listened and got in.. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I saw the one guy trying to help his buddy up off the ground.

We got back to the hotel and there was blood everywhere inside the new Expedition from the guy's hand that broke the window.  Luckily for me, it had leather seats and wiped right off the next morning.

 
When scrawny guy gave Jack Black a full-on headbutt, and Jack barely flinched, that was a pretty clear signal that he should have packed it in right then and there. 
Dude gets thrown through a glass window but then to top it off, the cop drags his ### through the shards that are still there. His face was busted up but I bet the rest of him was all cut up as well 

 
That would be me. I have no desire to watch stuff like that. I've whipped and been whipped. It's stupid. 
I would have left and gotten out of the way.  I am just like you.  I have no desire to see that stuff in person.  Way too much can go wrong, especially when alcohol is involved. 

I have been in a lot of fights and in hindsight I was really really stupid and got lucky more times than not.

 
First, I am not a fighter - but I have been in two kinds of fights in my lifetime.

1) I once took martial arts where I fought in a limited fashion - rounds and rules. This was a pretty focused thing once I experienced it a few times. I never really competed, but I did enough to get the feel of it. I was never an expert - just a student.

2) Real life fights for me were an entirely different matter. These, for me, were always the result of emotion, and thus, it was always much harder for me to focus. I can't remember most of the details of the real fights I have been in. Things just sort of happened - and quickly. By the time I really had a clue as to what was going on - it was over usually.

My favorite fight story is not a bar fight, but a hotel fight on New Year's Eve.

I was in a hotel room party with friends in the early '90s. Down the hall was a gang of a different ethnic group. Well, one of my drunk ex-friends decided to drop a pretty bad word to the other group. So, I tried to make peace. I walked down the hall and explained that my bud was really drunk and that he was also stupid. 

I succeeded. Everyone was heading back into their own rooms when the same stupid drunk decided to yell, "Way to handle them <deleted>, MoCS!"

The damn broke. I was still at the door of the "rivals" but they passed me by to get to the idiot. Our party room then emptied into the hallway to join the melee. After seeing some of my friends dropping fast, I enter from the rear and tried to pull people apart. Well, that did not work. Instead, I was ... ?   I dunno what happened - but I came to my senses later and realized that I was on the ground, my "friends" had all retreated back into our room and locked the door.

I was sitting on the floor surrounded by the enemy. So, we had a beer together.

They eventually went back to their room. Then, my ##### friends opened the door and let me back in. 

I was pissed.

 
That would be me. I have no desire to watch stuff like that. I've whipped and been whipped. It's stupid. 
I would have left and gotten out of the way.  I am just like you.  I have no desire to see that stuff in person.  Way too much can go wrong, especially when alcohol is involved. 

 

I have been in a lot of fights and in hindsight I was really really stupid and got lucky more times than not.
In my early 20’s I had a few epic fight stories but won’t bother sharing them as it was just pure young man stupidity.  But along the posts above lines....  Was at lunch with a couple friends at a great Mexican restaurant in a pretty shady part of the city.  A fight between 2 strangers breaks out outside, the fight starts to get pretty one sided and getting worried me and one of my buddies get into the middle of it to break it up. We were successful and the fight stops, or so we thought.  The guy who was winning the fight was still pretty geeked up I guess and not happy about the breakup of the fight.  Out of no where he sucker punches my friend who help me break it up.  My friend is knocked out cold, falls back and smashes the back of his head on a manhole cover.   He was hospitalized for weeks and in a coma for a week or so.  He recovered but permanently lost his sense of smell and taste for the rest of his life.  

 
In my early 20’s I had a few epic fight stories but won’t bother sharing them as it was just pure young man stupidity.  But along the posts above lines....  Was at lunch with a couple friends at a great Mexican restaurant in a pretty shady part of the city.  A fight between 2 strangers breaks out outside, the fight starts to get pretty one sided and getting worried me and one of my buddies get into the middle of it to break it up. We were successful and the fight stops, or so we thought.  The guy who was winning the fight was still pretty geeked up I guess and not happy about the breakup of the fight.  Out of no where he sucker punches my friend who help me break it up.  My friend is knocked out cold, falls back and smashes the back of his head on a manhole cover.   He was hospitalized for weeks and in a coma for a week or so.  He recovered but permanently lost his sense of smell and taste for the rest of his life.  
Yeah, I've heard and seen stories like this. Breaking up a fight might as well mean being involved to the participants sometimes. 

 
dkp993 said:
In my early 20’s I had a few epic fight stories but won’t bother sharing them as it was just pure young man stupidity.  But along the posts above lines....  Was at lunch with a couple friends at a great Mexican restaurant in a pretty shady part of the city.  A fight between 2 strangers breaks out outside, the fight starts to get pretty one sided and getting worried me and one of my buddies get into the middle of it to break it up. We were successful and the fight stops, or so we thought.  The guy who was winning the fight was still pretty geeked up I guess and not happy about the breakup of the fight.  Out of no where he sucker punches my friend who help me break it up.  My friend is knocked out cold, falls back and smashes the back of his head on a manhole cover.   He was hospitalized for weeks and in a coma for a week or so.  He recovered but permanently lost his sense of smell and taste for the rest of his life.  
Guys that pull that #### need to be beat within an inch of their life and thrown in a hole.  

 
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew
At an old saloon on a street of mud
There at a table, dealing stud
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue"

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye
He was big and bent and gray and old
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!?
Now you gonna die!"
Yeah that's what I told 'em

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile

And he said, "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong"

Yeah he said, "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do
But ya ought to thank me, before I die
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I'm the son-of-a-##### that named you "Sue"
Yeah what could I do, what could I do

 
I'm just glad they didn't have video and put it out there for the whole world to see.  Don't really remember many bar fights because they would be busted up quick and you would have to go outside to fight,  if you didn't go outside right away.  You would just get jumped when the bar closed, so it was always better to get it over with.

 
I'm just glad they didn't have video and put it out there for the whole world to see.  Don't really remember many bar fights because they would be busted up quick and you would have to go outside to fight,  if you didn't go outside right away.  You would just get jumped when the bar closed, so it was always better to get it over with.
good call. i had quite a few, most of them were when i worked at a bar and i was bartender/bouncer. Was an old biker bar they were trying to convert into a college bar. Good times. Rarely any 1-on-1 fights......

 

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