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My last fight was at the very end of my 9th grade year. This guy named Brian beat up my older brother (Though nearly two years younger, I've always been sort of in the "big brother" role... strange, I know) for no apparent reason. This was on a Friday night so, Saturday, I mentioned to a couple of other guys that I was looking for the guy. Most people were pretty surprised because Brian was an offensive lineman on our school's football team and I was a skinny kid. Our school was small, mind you, so it wasn't like Brian was one of these goliaths you see nowadays... but, still, he was considerably bigger and stronger than I was. Anyway, Saturday comes and goes. On Sunday, I'm walking around with my buddy Konrad, who was among the bigger "badasses" in school when I see Brian walking up to me with Joe, another of the bigger badasses.
"I heard your looking for me?"
"yep"
We exchange some words and both throw our jackets on the ground and get ready to go at it when Konrad and Joe jumped in because we were in military base housing and if we got into a fight, there was a chance that the base commander could throw us out of base housing. The two of them basically got in between us and told us that we were taking it out to a field... so we did.
Truthfully, that was the best damned thing that could have happened because I was scared shitless and didn't really know much about fighting, particularly against a big dude. So, as we're walking out to the field, Konrad is giving me pointers the whole way... "Okay, he's bigger than you so this is how you want to fight him..." As we start getting closer to the field, Konrad hurries up to go talk to Brian, who was about 50 feet ahead of me. I'm thinking, "Damn, is he going to give Brian pointers, too? What the f***?" Turns out, he was just letting Joe drop back to talk to me. Joe says, "Man, I'm only hanging out with this guy because our parents are friends. Kick his ass." and then he started giving me pointers too.
We get out to the field and we probably circled for 10 minutes, neither one throwing a punch... and then I saw one of his arms drop and I jumped in on him and broke his nose. Suddenly, I wasn't scared anymore. The fight turned out to be pretty one-sided because the guy was just slow as hell. Basically, my whole game-plan was to backpeddle for a while, get him to chase me, then plant my back foot and fire off a couple of shots... and then start backpeddling some more.
It worked. Broke his nose and gave him a fat lip. He didn't show up for school on Monday and, since word got around that I'd beat up this big lineman, I never had to fight again.
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