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TwistedCrank
climber
Ideeho-dee-do-dah-day boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom
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Jul 18, 2011 - 12:18am PT
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You a haven't lived until you got the sh!t kicked outta ya. It's one of the rules of being male.
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dogtown
Trad climber
JackAssVille, Wyoming
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Jul 18, 2011 - 12:20am PT
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Hell, Yes. I love to scrap. Anymore Arm wrestling is the thing. Less blood. I’m 58 years old been climbing all my life and I will kick your ass!! Not to mention I can Arm wrestle. Have a go!!
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Q- Ball
Mountain climber
where the wind always blows
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Jul 18, 2011 - 12:21am PT
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I don't like fighting but sometimes you have too. I really discourage looking to punch mountain lions in the face. Thats a fight I hope to never repeat.
edit: but fighting saved me
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NigelSSI
Trad climber
B.C.
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Jul 18, 2011 - 01:00am PT
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Getting my ass kicked the one time was a lesson in intuition.
I was about 15 or 16, walking home from a friends place on a quiet road at 3AM on a Saturday. Beautiful warm summer night in a small town, and I was feeling good. Down the road in the valley I heard a car coming, and saw the headlights. Suddenly got this feeling that I needed to hide, and actually stopped myself part way into the ditch, figuring I was bat poop crazy, or just a little too stoned. This strong feeling didn't stop until the car came to a screeching halt right next to me, and a couple pricks a few years older hopped out, and sh#t kicked me. Took what little beer, and mushrooms were in my backpack, and left me limping on my way back home.
Lesson emphatically learned. Trust yourself. Use the force.
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Truthdweller
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Jul 18, 2011 - 01:51am PT
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I only have two memories of being involved in a "fight" in my life...
The first memory was, as kids, that of confronting two twins, Tim and Tom, during a street football game. I pulled off a "Karate Kid" move and kicked Tom in the chest. The other twin came to his rescue and I ran home.
The second was on my way walking to school, in junior high, when I ran into a group of three girls walking the same way I was, one whom which I knew, and another in tears, being consoled by the third. In conversation, a random comment was made by me that I had struck one of my sisters before in a spat. Out of the blue, the tearful girl turned and threw a straight right fist that struck me in the temple...I never saw it comin'! It was later revealed that she was tweaking on acid and my comment gave her a flashback of abuse that she suffered.
I've been able to avoid the silliness as an adult, thank God!
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 18, 2011 - 01:59am PT
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Interesting directions this thread took.
It seems to have brought out the fighters.
I hate fights and fighting and have managed to avoid them, except for once, my whole life.
I guess I'm a pussy.
But then again....
You are what you eat!
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nature
climber
2006 Toyota Tacoma Wherever US, 00000
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Jul 18, 2011 - 02:04am PT
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I'd participate but I'm 100% a lover.
I'd LOVE to kick Pate's ass ;-)
thanks for the company tonight, Jefe.
That was one of the best conversations I've had this week.
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Truthdweller
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Jul 18, 2011 - 02:10am PT
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Edit: Oh, I remember now a third incident...
My father confronted me once, while he was drunk, at about the age of seventeen, something about the house being a mess when he came home from the bar. This time though, I stood up to him which pissed him off even further. He took a swing at me with an open hand, which I blocked, then I reached my hand out and knocked his glasses off...the chase was on! The ever popular chase around the dining room table ensued! I was quicker and better at this game than Pops was though and I threw down a chair in his path. He stumble and down to the ground he went. This gave me the window to jet out into the living room and out the sliding glass door to the backyard! Across the grass I went toward the back gate, up three cement steps, and a giant leap up and over the wood fence I went! I was only dressed in my yellow, Birdwell shorts then, and no shirt. I felt the wood slats dig into my skin as I flipped over them. When I got up out of the pickleweed on the other side, and ran up onto the black asphalt bike-path, I looked back, only to see my Dad in hot pursuit! Sheesh, he's still got a bit of that youth that I knew he had left in him! My chest started to burn in breathlessness so I made a ninety degree turn to the right, lept over a random neighbor's fence, and plummeted down onto their grass. I met eyes with a white and grey husky that stood there as startled as I was. I continued over their side gate and into the street out front. I continued across to my friends house's "jungle" of bushes in his front yard. My father was nowhere to be heard or seen of. I ended up falling asleep in a favorite "fort" buried in the bushes.
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bergbryce
Mountain climber
South Lake Tahoe, CA
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Jul 18, 2011 - 02:16am PT
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I was "attacked" by two twin sisters in like 4th or 5th grade.
I probably deserved it. I don't recall any blood but it was probably the closest I've ever gotten to getting my ass kicked 'sides from a mountain or freestyle wrestling.
There are people who look for fights and there are people who don't.
Just because someone mentioned arm wrestling, here is an absolutely hilarious vintage arm wrestling clip. Gotta watch the bout that starts at 0:19. One of the best clips I've seen in a long time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6ElJMjiiNU
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Jennie
Trad climber
Elk Creek, Idaho
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Jul 18, 2011 - 02:22am PT
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Jemima Brown knocked me down for crowding in line at the Kleine Scheidegg telescope.
But I got a gridle from the kitchen and flattened her like a pancake !
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 18, 2011 - 02:23am PT
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Interesting directions this thread took.
It seems to have brought out the fighters.
I hate fights and fighting and have managed to avoid them, except for once, my whole life.
I guess I'm a pussy.
But then again....
You are what you eat!
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Leggs
Sport climber
El Presidio, Tucson
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Jul 18, 2011 - 02:24am PT
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you are what you eat
You're not a pussy, drljefe.... But you are very talented. ~xx
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Truthdweller
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Jul 18, 2011 - 02:31am PT
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continuing...
When I awoke, I was shivering from the early evening drop in temperture. I used my friends telephone and convinced my sister, at home, to go out into the garage and unlock the side door so I could access my 1974 Capri. I walked back to my house and stealthily made my way into the side yard where I eyed my Dad sitting in his favorite rocking chair, watching TV, in the living room, through the side kitchen window. I found the side door to be open just as I requested. I made one more check back to see if Dad was still in-situ...he was. I found the WD-40 above the work bench and proceeded to empty the can onto the garage door springs which I knew squeeked horribly when the door was opened. After checking Dad's position for the last time I went back into the garage, closed my eyes, held my breath, and pushed the big door open. Thank God it opened as quiet as a mouse! I released the parking brake and pushed my car back down the driveway, and out into the street. Leaving the garage door opened, I fired up the six cylinder engine and took off over to my best friend, Tim's, house where I spent the night.
I knew I had to eventually return home and when I did I met my Dad out front mowing the lawn. He told me that if I ever did that again I'd be out of the house for good. It never happened again, on his part or mine.
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Truthdweller
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Jul 18, 2011 - 02:40am PT
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That arm wrestling match was over the top! I believe I remember watching that match on the Wide World of Sports.
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Jul 18, 2011 - 05:27am PT
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take it outside, please.
and to the op, no.
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Willoughby
Social climber
Truckee, CA
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Jul 18, 2011 - 07:51am PT
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I can say without hesitation that I've never had to headbutt anyone in the crotch. Wrestlers are weird.
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justthemaid
climber
Jim Henson's Basement
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Jul 18, 2011 - 09:46am PT
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Middle-school was the worst. I got my ass kicked a couple of times.
I had a gang of rival (girl) field-hocky team-members ambush me after a game (where they evidently were pissed off by some imagined slight). Three of them pushed me down and kicked me around. 3 to 1 was hardly fair.
I had a guy toss me in a puddle... then a trash-can for being an obnoxious punk and mouthing off to him. I may have deserved the puddle but the trash-can... that was harsh.
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donini
Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
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Jul 18, 2011 - 10:34am PT
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Nope....but when it comes to climbing, that's another matter.
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survival
Big Wall climber
A Token of My Extreme
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Jul 18, 2011 - 10:44am PT
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Once I was in this bar after a car wreck with both legs broken and one hand in a cast and one eye patched over. I was drinking a lot of pain meds, whooooo! So in walks a team of Russian Special Forces guys. I told them their mommas were all capitalists and it was ON!!
I don't know how I killed them all with a plastic beer mug.
BWA HA HA HA Hhahaahaahaaa!!!!
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TwistedCrank
climber
Ideeho-dee-do-dah-day boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom
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Jul 18, 2011 - 10:44am PT
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donini goes platinum
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