Praying Colonel
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Aug 16, 2004
I guess I just had a real hittable face. Several fights when I was 6, a couple more when I was 8, and a guy jumped me and sucker punched me when I was 9. After that I was big enough that I wasn't a target of opportunity, I guess.
The ones when I was 8: this guy just laid me out with a haymaker over some baseball game in the neighborhood. My Dad found out about it and said, "The next time you see him, I want you to walk up and hit him right in the face." So the next time I saw him, I did what my Dad told me to do: I hit the guy in the face. Once. Then stopped and looked at him. He stepped back, wiped the blood off his mouth, looked at me and proceeded to beat the absolute crap out of me. I think my Dad probably slept on the couch over that one. My mother was not pleased.
The ones when I was 8: this guy just laid me out with a haymaker over some baseball game in the neighborhood. My Dad found out about it and said, "The next time you see him, I want you to walk up and hit him right in the face." So the next time I saw him, I did what my Dad told me to do: I hit the guy in the face. Once. Then stopped and looked at him. He stepped back, wiped the blood off his mouth, looked at me and proceeded to beat the absolute crap out of me. I think my Dad probably slept on the couch over that one. My mother was not pleased.