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When I was a kid I went to a Raider game in Oakland with my dad. After the game, we were given the green pedestrian walk OK sign and a herd of us started to cross the street. Some jerk in a car figured he could "nudge" his way through the pedestrians. When his bumper touched my leg (very softly, I wasn't hurt) I heard a violent crash. My father, a huge man, brought his fist down in the center of the guys hood, completely collapsing it. He got out of the car enraged, but jumped back in quickly after he saw my dad. He locked up his car, rolled up the windows and prayed for my dad to leave, which he did.
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