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I just got an email that a kid I went to HS with was in a wreck and paralized.
I had probably my "favorite" fight with him when I was a soph. We have gotten along pretty well ever since, but not tight pals or anything.
He was a little bigger than me...maybe 6' but not real burly. I'd been hearing that he was saying he was going to kick my ass, and at that time in my life....thats about all it took to get the oportunity.
He was the prototype of the guys that came for me in school..just enough bigger, not real tough by reputation, but I suppose looking to "whip someone" to get one.
After a few days, I'm in a class with the kid, and I hear him say something to a kid under his breath about me........I stood up in the middle of the lecture and called him on it, he said something smartass, and I went over and Flipped his desk over, with him in it. It was broken up, but I threw down the gauntlet and it was agreed that we'd "meet over the Hill at 4".
I got ready for baseball practice and went to wait with my friend outside the room he was in detention(I'd done my time). We go over the hill, maybe 20 people who knew about it gathered to watch(it was a common fight place at my HS....good ampetheater).
We walked to the bottom of the hill, I squared up and asked him if he was ready...He smiled and I decked him before both dimples popped.
It was a minute of Him throwing wild roundhouses, with me dodging and countering with left-right.....dodge....left-right. I could almost hear some waltz music. I got kind of board, and to make my point VERY clear, I grabbed and headlocked him to the ground(again...I was a wrestler) and gave him a few pop-knots. He curled up in a ball, and I made him say Uncle.
Never even got grazed. he didn't give me any shit after that.
I feel bad today that he's hurt though. He turned into an alright guy.
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