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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Original Post - Jul 17, 2011 - 08:03pm PT
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I've never been a fighter but there have been some close calls.
Sport climbing in shitkickerville USA
Being a Deadhead in various urban areas nationwide.
Surfing crowded so cal marquee breaks or central coast "heirloom" spots.
I have only been in one fight and I got my ass kicked.
Actually, my ass, my head, my ribs, balls...
Lesson- Don't mess with black chicks.
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Brandon-
climber
The Granite State.
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Jul 17, 2011 - 08:07pm PT
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Got my ass kicked a couple of years ago. I had more fire, but he had more mass.
Got me a few stitches.
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divad
Trad climber
wmass
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Jul 17, 2011 - 08:11pm PT
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you got some balls if you're telling us you got your ass kicked by a chick.
was she hot?
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Prod
Trad climber
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Jul 17, 2011 - 08:12pm PT
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Been in a few fights here and there. Got my ass kicked by a bunch of Frat boys in Ypislianti Mi in 1990. Other than that I've faired fairly well. Usually fights don't amount to much other than words and pumped up aderline.
Prod.
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 17, 2011 - 08:13pm PT
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I'm lucky to have any balls.
And it was 5.
edit: no, they weren't hot.
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Brandon-
climber
The Granite State.
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Jul 17, 2011 - 08:19pm PT
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To be honest, when sh#t gets heated and someone pushes my buttons, I have no qualms with hitting that person.
However, it tales A LOT to get me to that point.
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Toker Villain
Big Wall climber
Toquerville, Utah
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Jul 17, 2011 - 08:20pm PT
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Got beat up by cops and corrections officers.
I said I'd sue. They laughed.
I sued. I won. I laughed.
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Mungeclimber
Trad climber
sorry, just posting out loud.
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Jul 17, 2011 - 08:22pm PT
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??
did she administer the beat down? or the boyfriend?
5th or 6th grade. this 'kicker' of a kid, kept kicking me. So when I would go to kick him he would grab my foot. So the next time I kicked back, and he grabbed it, since his hands were busy, I socked him in the jaw. I pulled the punch though. Not full force. Glad and not glad i did.
Got the heavy threats in jr. high from a different guy but I backed off big time. not cool. Guy was taking classes in MA and was a fighter. The bummer was none of our 'friends' would call him out on the fact that there was no basis for the bs. We had friends in common. I look back and figure he's in a world of hurt for some reason.
college, drunk, watching the door at a friends party and an ex military guy comes up and starts going in. I ask him to hold up. He starts evil eyeing me and checking to see what I'm going to do. I just hold my ground and try to be polite to say 'were watching the door and we'll check with the owner to if it's cool.' I know I'm getting a beating if it goes anywhere at this point, so I slowly change grip on my beer bottle to get one good lick in before I go down and cover my head. Fortunately he was a friend of the party friend and ushered him in. That was one where I was not hostile but had to hold my ground otherwise and figured out that at some point we'll all be called upon to stand ground for various reasons and that there is nothing you can do about it except accept it and make the best.
oddly formative moment for not really doing anything.
couple years ago, had some dumb ass at CRSP accuse me of stealing his sun glasses from the back of his jeep. He didn't know me, I was just standing nearby talking to noots and was just perturbed by such an accusation on my character, I stoood my ground on that one too. 6'1" frame seems to help. He backed off right away, but it was dumb to get worked up over it.
Tolerance is not something that comes naturally to many people. In fact, I think most humans have to work at being tolerant. But it's what separates us from the mtn lions that would just as much jump you and eat you, from the rest of the civilized world.
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nutjob
Gym climber
Berkeley, CA
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Jul 17, 2011 - 08:23pm PT
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No stories of getting my arse kicked. But...
When I was in 5th grade, this 7th grader would tease and annoy me every day on the bus ride home from school (small town, K-8 school). He would tap me on the back of the head and shoulders, flick my ear, stuff like that. It was tiring to turn around and whine while he and his cronies giggled. I probably tried moving, but he would move too.
One day I decided to ignore him so he wouldn't get the satisfaction of my response. It started the same, but with no response from me he escalated. I hunkered down and kept ignoring him until his response shifted from playful to pissed off. He whacked me in the back of the head pretty hard.
I immediately stood up, turned around, and punched him in the nose. Blood started flying, he started crying, and all his 7th and 8th grade buddies started screaming "I'm gonna kill you!"
Lucky for me, my bus stop was just a block away. I calmly got off the bus and went home. About an hour later, my teacher came by the house to chat with my mom, letting her know I'd been suspended from school for 3 days. I do remember the teacher smirking a little, which gave me a clue that she knew more of the story. For once my mom, who was a notoriously strict disciplinarian, didn't give me a hard time about it :)
Prologue: when other people asked what happened to his nose, the punk said he ran into a door!
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Mungeclimber
Trad climber
sorry, just posting out loud.
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Jul 17, 2011 - 08:25pm PT
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someone pushes my buttons
Bman, just remember, words ain't enough to keep you out of jail for assault.
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 17, 2011 - 08:29pm PT
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I learned at a pretty young age that talking smack could have serious consequences and you really don't know who you're dealing with.
Obviously, this doesn't hold true with the internet, or there would be nothing left of pate except a pool of pulp with a Red Sox visor on top.
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Brandon-
climber
The Granite State.
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Jul 17, 2011 - 08:41pm PT
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Bman, just remember, words ain't enough to keep you out of jail for assault.
True. I've yet to start a fight. I think it's my magnetic (kaweha) personality.
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Jul 17, 2011 - 08:46pm PT
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By climbs?
and life?
Sure!
If you don't, you're not
living!
Fisticuffs?
Never.
Who needs that sh#t?
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Jul 17, 2011 - 09:02pm PT
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My momma whooped me a few times. That sufficed. The rest of the time I
relied on my looks which my Inuit friends captured with the nickname they gave me:
"He's-too-mean"
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snowhazed
Trad climber
Oaksterdam, CA
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Jul 17, 2011 - 09:10pm PT
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last fight I got into was in 6th grade- Adam Striley hit me in the face. I went down. Fight was over.
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guido
Trad climber
Santa Cruz/New Zealand/South Pacific
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Jul 17, 2011 - 09:19pm PT
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Yep-number of times, took me years and tears to learn when to shut up and back down.
"The right to swing my fist ends where the other man's nose begins."
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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R.B.
Trad climber
47N 122W
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Jul 17, 2011 - 09:22pm PT
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Yeah, when I did Rainier about 9 years ago ... got my ass kicked so hard I couldn't even hold my head up on the way out.
Oh, wait, you mean street fighting not climbing ... my bad!
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sac
Trad climber
Sun Coast B.C.
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Jul 17, 2011 - 09:26pm PT
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Yeah, I got my ass kicked... big time!!
I went to do this route in Yosemite...
There was this 5.10 section, just before the 5.11 section.
Maaan, did I get my ass kicked, OUCH!
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Rudder
Trad climber
Long Beach, CA
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Jul 17, 2011 - 09:32pm PT
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I got jumped once in Compton .
Raised in Compton... enuf said. lol
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 17, 2011 - 09:49pm PT
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here's the gig
It was 1983 and I was in junior high. My school had an ethnic mix mostly made up of middle class kids like me and bussed in Chicanos and African Americans.
There was a lot of racial tension and at the same time the hardcore punk movement was strong in Tucson. Being of that impressionable age, I latched on to the punk scene. I hung out with some bad older people doing bad things.
At school, though, it was just another clique- the punkers, jocks, vatos, etc.
We were the target of much heckling, and near brawls, but once the vatos realized we had mota in common, that threat pretty much disappeared.
If you'll remember, in junior high, often times the girls were way bigger than the boys. So the athlete girls were huge.
This was also the era of Members Only jackets and Jerry Curl hair stuff and the black kids did all kinds of cool stuff with their hair.
Well, one day I'm doing this launch from the top of the bleacher to a tree branch. The branch would bend and let me down softly on the ground. I repeated this jump a few times. Upon landing the third jump, I hear that slo-mo sound "waaaaaaaattttttcccchhhh oooooouuuuoot" and then see one of the black girls running towards me. Apparently, every time I did the jump a small branch would mess up this girls special hairdo.
She kicked me in the balls as hard as she could. She was on the soccer team. I got the penalty kick. The kick sent me to the hospital. I'm happy to say that the plum pouch is still full, no cool nicknames resulted from this event.
So this event pissed me and my school friends off, as well as some of the older punkers I hung out with after school. They riled me up and convinced me that some retalliation was in order. I grabbed a box of maxi pads and lipstick from my mom and plotted revenge.
That revenge came in the form of something that I'm definitely not proud of today. I stuck "bloody" maxi pads and wrote racial slurs on that girl's locker and a bunch of adjacent ones. It caused quite a stir, for sure.
My way home, by skateboard, took me through the University. There I was, clickiddy clackin' down the sidewalk when I get clotheslined. Five gigantor black girls proceeded to beat the living crap out of me. I just got fetal and tried to protect my head and survive.
They eventually finished kicking me and took off...with my skate. This was almost worse than the beating. They headed into McHale Center, the basketball arena. Back then it was open to the public to exercise and beat the heat. I knew the place like the back of my hand so when I felt like I could stand up and walk, I went to find them.
They weren't hard to find. I could hear them inside a bathroom laughing, talking sh#t, and trying to ruin my skateboard. This was my first real good board- a Lance Mountain Variflex with Gullwing trucks. It was my transportation and only real thing I had worked for.
I waited outside the bathroom and gathered the gumption to go for it. I wanted my skate back.
I threw open the door to shocked faces. They were rubbing wet paper towels and soap into the grip tape and bearings. I was small but I was charged, and I stormed in and shoved the girl holding my board into the stall. She collapsed and let go of my board. I grabbed it and started helicoptering it around, threatening those girls that if they wanted to f*#k with me they'd get an axle to the nose. There were no takers.
That was the only fight I've been in, the only time I've gotten socked, the only time I've laid a hand on another human.
Yes, I got my ass kicked by 5 black girls.
And yes I deserved what I got because of the racial comments. That's another thing that stopped right there. I was a dumb kid, caught up in some bad stuff, but I straightened my ass out real quick.
Ironically, I now work just a few hundred feet from the spot where I got beaten, so that's what made me think of this story.
Oh, and the fact that Women's World Cup Soccer was on today.
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