When I was younger... These are the ones I recall:
First time, we were practicing flag football. On the line, I blocked a guy right down to the ground. He raised up on his knees and tried to punch me in the stomach. He hit my Boy Scout belt and cut his hand open. (Of course, it was MY fault.) A few days later, I was riding my bike home from school, and he and a couple of friends stopped me. We had a discussion, and they let me go. (WHEW!)
Riding home from Boy Scouts on day, a couple of years later, I stopped at a Danners to get something. As I was leaving, I saw a guy ride my bike hard into the bike rack. I went out, picked it up, straighted the wheel, got on, and found myself surrounded by about 10 guys. (One was one of the older kid leaders of our group.) HE was standing directly in front of me, holding the handlebars. I don't remember WHY they were pissed at me, but... Anyway, at one point he stepped off to the side, I think to let me go, and before he changed his mind, I pushed HARD on the pedel and took off. One of the buttheads surrounding me took a swing an hit me directly in the nose (breaking it I think.) Cold day, and by the time I got home, my glove was soaked with blood. Parents didn't see me come in. I cleaned up, and went to bed. I have no clue if my parents ever knew, or WHY they did that.
Had some problems with ONE of the group (another kid in the pack) in HS after I started driving. Every time I'd drive by, he'd try to throw something into my car. That stopped on a winter day when I saw him and friends getting ready with snow/slushballs ahead, and aimed the car directly at them, skidding to a stop a short distance away. They had scattered, and threw what they had, but I don't remember ANYTHING thrown at me by them after that.
And last one: Friends and I used to play "tag" in the gymnasium after eating lunch (rest of the lunch period) in Jr High. Others played basketball, and others other games. I was looking back, and turned around in time to see this big black guy directly in front of me, shooting baskets. I ran into that wall, and don't remember hitting the floor. A second later, I DID come to, picked myself up, apologized, and went back to base (center of the floor). He came up to me, complaining about my running into him, and punched me in the arm. Almost EVERY day after that, if he saw me in the hall, he would wade across the sea of people and punch me in the arm. The next year we were xfered to the old high school for 9th grade (new HS had been built and opened.) Saw him one day heading for detention (he was, I was going home). I said, "Hey, Al"... he said "Hey", and that was that.
There was another story, but that's enough for now! ;-)
(Saw the first guy at work once, when I was in HS, and he actually apologized for trying to hit me. We laughed about it.)
Comments
Glad u are OK and they didn't kill you.
by justinoldguy on December 5th, 2006
yea, now that I think about it, it could have been much worse. Without the incident though, I never would have taken Brazilian Jiu-Jitsue, my one true love
by BobSaccamano-is-back on December 5th, 2006