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jmf552 that is impressive. Thanks for sharing with us.
The most lopsided fight I ever saw was in a bar in College Park, MD. The aggressor was a drunk guy that might have weighed 170. He picked a fight with a guy that was sober and looked like a defensive lineman. The big guy tried to avoid the fight until he couldn't. A shot to the jaw of the little guy and it was over, TKO. We left. Drunk makes you stupid.
Never broke a hand! The right cross that I perfected in Lowe House boxing club at 15 years of age (of course wearing big boxing gloves!) worked really well, a slicing right hit, to the left side of the jaw.
Hits to the nose (Me giving same) was palm strikes, the butt of hand. The actual back end of the hand, the inside.
When dealing with groups of young guys (would not have said Guys then!) groups of 4 or five. I would isolate the leader, by asking a question, never the same person came back! He would be closest. "Can I ask you a question?" "What time is your last Bus?" Head immobilized, answer formulating, my hands up alongside my face like a French man talking. Very quick delivery, hand to the nose!
Much faster than the clenched fists, at the waist common with tough chaps. Often with face thrust forward (Thank you!)
And of course, immediately followed by a shin kick or scrape down. A real attention-getter. Two of us, 4 or 5 of them. Larry or George would tense up at the Bus comment! Depending who would be working with me, invariably Friday nights. More or less instant strikes. Cheating? Well yes. The crowd would scatter, giving us room to move on the rest.
You have to imagine the doorway at street level at the Cavern Club, on Mathew Street, pronounced by a Scouser "Matuw" there was a 4" step right there. Now, this was not an often occasion, but often enough. Our reputation (Exagarated sure) caused quite a few turns and walkaways. Thank you!
After all, it was just a part-time job. We had full-time jobs during the day. Paid in cash? Records? No Sir paid out of the ticket cash.
The Manager thought we were pushing the crowds in, but we were all young Fathers, we were culling the twenty-year-old men, the outside of a few pints of beer, the 15-year-old girls were with their friends or boyfriends, we stopped what we thought were sources of bother. And 13 stone steps to get them out of, if the trouble was downstairs.
Might of never got a broken nose but got stabbed twice.
Not to be a jerk but I would have given him ‘my space’. That said sometimes these situations are unavoidable. For those I always have pepper spray in my right pocket because my striking ability is pretty low.
Never let anything mechanical know that you're in a hurry.
An angry insecure guy becomes loud and aggressive after a few drinks, because that's who he is. Same with silly, show-off drunks; they're latent attention seekers. "Hold my beer!"
I've always been a "happy" drunk, although it's been a few years since I over-indulged.
"A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky dangerous animals and you know it."
I was the worst kind of drunk -- fairly happy, peaceful, and drunk 24 hours a day. Most people didn't even know I was drunk. When I say "worst," I mean this -- if you drink just to maintain and "get rid" of problems, there's a problem.
It was very difficult to quit.
Charlie Co. 101st Assault Helicopter Battalion (Wings of the Eagle), 101st Airborne Division (Airmobile)
Phu Bai, Vietnam 1971-72
I bartended my way through college and a few years after graduation.
I saw my share of stupid stuff.
Holidays were the worst as it brought out all the armature drinkers.
I used to tip my bouncers well.