Loud mouth in college with loud mouth friends, so a bunch of fights.

Last rel one was in the parking lot of the white horse early 90s. Before the quake. Got caught in the middle of two groups of violent idiots. Had to fight my way out of it. No idea what it was about.

Like Speeder says, most bar fights are pretty short. They get broken up either by the staff or by other patrons before they really get out of hand.

A good example was a day I found myself in a bar with a good buddy from work. He is 10 years older than me, so old enough to have served during the Vietnam War. He was in the Navy, not sure what his "real" job was, but he essentially boxed his way through his service commitment in both Navy and all services tournaments. When he got out he went semi-pro for awhile, then worked as a sparring partner at a boxing gym.

We hit it off pretty good when he learned I had boxed some Golden Gloves as a kid. He was still hitting the bags and training pretty hard, so he asked me to join him. He taught me more about boxing than I had learned in my entire time in Golden Gloves.

Back to that bar. It was in Eastern Washington cattle country. We had stopped for a beer after having spent the day assassinating ground squirrels and rock chucks. Anyway, there was a "cowboy" sitting in a chair, leaned back against the wall right at the entrance to the hallway that led to the little boys' room. This guy was about my size, maybe 6'1" and 240-250 pounds. My buddy was about 5'8", 150 pounds if that. So, wouldn't you know, but I had no trouble with this "cowboy". Every time my buddy went to the restroom, however, this guy kicked him in the shin with his cowboy boot. After about three or four times, my buddy offered to buy him a beer.

This guy was having none of it. "I come in here every weekend looking for a fight. Today is your lucky day." The guy got up and pushed my buddy, which was a huge mistake. Not because it made him mad, but because it gave him an excuse to take one step back with his right foot, getting planted in a boxing stance with no one the wiser. Certainly not this guy.

My buddy put a left hook into his ribs, which made him quack like a duck as he started to double over, right into a follow-up left hook to the side of his jaw. Lights out. Game over. That fast.

Until, unfortunately, some buddy of his rose to the occasion in an effort to help. He was approaching my buddy from behind, with intent, cocking his arm to plant one on the back of my buddy's head. I was sitting right there, so as I got up out of my chair I simply looked at my buddy and quietly said "duck". Must have been the look on my face, or my general demeanor at the moment, but for once in his life he actually listened to me.

The guy taking a swing at the back of his head missed, of course, and then stumbled forward. Right into a perfectly timed and aimed overhand right from me, right on the button. Same thing - lights out.

By now the bartender and a couple of bouncers had baseball bats in hand. The place had gone dead quiet. He looked at us and told us to get our asses up to the bar. We quickly obliged. He said in a loud enough voice "the cops are on their way nobody leaves". We thought we were toast. Then he said "nobody leaves because the next round is on the house, and y'all can thank these two right here!!"

Boy did we get a lot of hugs from the ladies and pats on the back and handshakes from the guys. Turns out this idiot and his buddy were well known, and had been causing trouble in the bar for way too long. So we had a few beers as the cops and medics arrived. The first guy was o.k., but "my" guy had a broken jaw. Not surprising, he was falling forward, right into it, totally unable to protect himself. That one I actually did feel kind of bad about, I hadn't meant to really hurt him like that.

The whole thing took about five seconds. Most of them, especially one on one, are over about that fast. Takes longer to tell the story...

Dude, you headbutted me at the Cleveland Octoberfest a couple months ago.

I no longer hang out with "that" friend who was great at pissing people off.

Last one was 20 years ago and I still think how in the world did I let myself get involved in that situation. Yes alcohol was involved....

There IS always alcohol involved ... and usually a female ;)

Can't say much about other locations... not my thang.

And very few in bars .... happy hippie drunks ... and hippie chicks get along....

"When Was Your Last GoodBar Fight?"

My older brother would fight me for one every time.

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In my defense, you were bad mouthing Deter and I had to defend his honor. :D

My last bar fight was short and sweet luckily. Had to be 30 something years ago.
Was in a club I went to now and then. I'm standing there talking to someone, all of a sudden I hear my girlfriends mouth behind me. I turn around, she's screaming at some guy and pointing at me. I'm like now what?? Apparently the guy grabbed her butt, and she's saying I'm gonna do something about it.
This guy was a big dude and was with a bunch of friends. I'm 5'7 probably maybe 140 at the time. My first thought was oh fuch I gonna get my azz kicked. But I had to do something. I went over and said nicely please keep your hand off her that ain't cool. Right away he gets in my face.. What do I do? I tell him back the eff off and shove him.( one of those things where as you're doing it, you're telling yourself you shouldn't be doing this...)
Next thing i know I'm half in the air flying over a couple of barstools. Thankfully the door guy and bouncers had been watching the whole thing, and jump right in. Saving me from a beating..

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There are some excellent youtubes on self defence tricks. If someone attacks you let it be their problem.

That’s true. The attacker is actually at a disadvantage when you know self defense.

In those situations my first thoughts are of the troubles the guy is getting into. For example: how is this SOB going to get my blood out of his clothes? So I do my best to avoid making trouble for others.
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When we were young my x wife liked to go to bars with me and pick arguments with guy so I would defend her.
I would always talk myself out of the fight by going up to him and saying something like "The bit#h is crazy bud, let it go".
This was back in the late 70's in my small town were guys would start fights just for fun.

Other than boxing/MMA club type fighters, most people will run out of steam in about 20 seconds.

Fake losing, block punches stay light on your feet, then the moment they slow down smash them really hard in the eye socket. Then when they are staggering around holding their face clean them up with a massive kick to the chest.

A friend of mine who worked in the jails said "20 seconds, those fat useless bastards only last about 10 seconds."

I worked with a guy like that. When he got drunk, he'd try to get into fights. He tried to fight me once. I know another guy that he tried to fight. And he was traveling for work and one day after work got drunk in the hotel bar. He tried to pick a fight with some random dude down the bar. Two other coworkers saw trouble coming and talked him into leaving the bar. He got outside and tried to pick a fight with one of them. He hit the guy but was so drunk that it didn't do anything other than result in me getting a call at 3am and him getting fired a month later.

Good in theory.

In practice I would not choose to have some big fat drunk guy exhaust himself punching me in the face. Or even trying to punch me in the face. Iron Mike said it quite well.

And real world situations.

Absolutely. And not to give away my game but I also like to "play possum," i.e. I will stand still like a statue when someone is charging at me...like I'm frozen in fear...then when they are about 3' away and loading up for the inevitable RH haymaker, (1 in 5 is a LH haymaker), I take a quick step forward, plant my rear foot and blast them with a straight shot to the mouth as hard as I can. It absolutely works 100% of the time if it connects, it shocks and injures someone simultaneously and their brain is still trying to process what happened to the haymaker they thought they were throwing.

If you do it right and fast enough, you don't even have to worry about defense for that moment because they will be staggering backwards or be knocked out. Works for me, anyway. :)

I almost forgot about the quick combinations that you should be following up with immediately if the guy doesn't drop...you can improvise there, whatever you're feeling. Uppercuts, hooks, cross...be creative. :)

There was a bar fight case here about 2 years ago. All of it was on video, which I saw in court. A drink was thrown, then the punches started flying. The defendant knocked a guy to the ground and when it appeared the the vic was knocked out the defendant stomped the guys head with his boot.

Vic was pretty badly injured and from what I understand was reluctant to testify. So a very favorable plea offer was made that would have kept the defendant out of prison and on probation or similar. He turned it down and got 12 years. Oooops.

Here's another good fight IN COURT:

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