That was you, I still have the scar on my knuckles. Damn buck teeth! :twisted:Beenthere123 said:First real fight around 14, was when we moved to a new City and school. Kids wanted to test me, they kept calling me names etc. One day one of their toughest guys challenges me, I put up a good fight. Bigger guy won but got the respect from these jerks.
LOL great story.What a great thread, dirtymanFriend request sent, Budd!
I had an older brother who teased me, beyond belief. He tripped me whenever I walked by, ETC & ETC:
Every weekend; we would pack up and head North to Cottage Country. One night, he aggravated me to the point of no return.....
I leaned over the dinner table and PUNCHED him straight in the mouth!
He fell back in his chair...and his head hit the ground.
My Dad sent me to my room. After a few minutes......he came back and shook my hand.
And I'll never forget what he said: You nailed him square and fair I'm proud of you... he had it coming .....brushed me on my head...and said " Now go shake his hand and say sorry.
he's probably embarrassed"
Till this day...no one talks about that night....But we drink beer and watch the leafs every single Saturday night