Have You Ever Got Into A Bar Fight?

[captrobey]

[OTL]

Close, but not quite. Couple of old farts tried to pick a fight with myself and a buddy because they thought we were hitting on their dates. One of the women then proceeded to go all psycho and start breaking stuff. The cops were called and these old guys high tailed it out of there. The one woman got slammed onto a table by the police and arrested. The whole thing was pretty comical.

[Swinging Johnson]

I'm a lover not a fighter. But the one occasion I had to go was at Play it Again Sam's on Commonwealth Avenue in Boston during my college years in the 80's. Was having a great time, Happy Hour was cookin', and the world was a beautiful place until one of the two guys I went with was accused of trying to smuggle a drink out of the bar. He wasn't, there was no place to go and I had the keys to the car that had driven him there. Of course, he decided to give the bouncer grief and being all of 5'5" was sure he was exempt from a beating.

I saw the ruckus, came over in a very congenial manner and tried to make peace. Unfortunately the one bouncer was joined by several and I was viewed as the tag partner to my diminutive friend. My brand new Guess jacket (leather on the shoulders and elbows - I was a bit of a fashion douche I will admit) was violently grabbed and I felt myself being "escorted" from the establishment. Now I'm joined by the third person in our convivial little triumvirate who was oblivious to the preceding scenario. He was also viewed by the bouncers as some sort of special forces threat (he was actually the captain of the Frisbee golf team so there's that) and was also tossed into the melee.

Long and short, the only one who didn't get punched was my mouthy little friend who tossed a few F-bombs when he was accused of smuggling the drink. After taking a few shots, none of which hit me directly in the face somehow, I threw a quick right that landed and then we all ran into my car. As we were driving away, one of the bouncers kicked my side window and the shattered glass landed directly in my wide eyes as if in slow motion.

I dropped the boys off, went to pick up my date to go to see Scarface, and unbeknownst to me greeted her with blood dripping from my eyes. After she apprised me of this fact I got a towel, wiped my face, went to the movie...watched about 2 hours and 30 minutes of a 2 hour and 50 minute movie and decided that sitting longer with glass wedged in my eyeballs was probably not the best move as I determined that the liquid beginning to stream down my cheeks was certainly not tears. She drove me to the hospital, had my eyes rotated in a machine to remove the glass and that as they say, was that. And no, I refused to allow her to defile me after leaving the hospital in my fragile state.

[Sam Losco]

yes

dunked seaweeds head into the urinals at grace o'malleys

[Snowball]

yes, but I did not lose.. you only lose if you fight.

for example when you take a punch to the face realizing you probably deserve it
and the guy who did it has 10 buddies and the whole place against you
then that's not a fight, you don't fight in that scenario which happened to me.
similiar thing happened in a parking lot. you just take it when you're outnumbered
unless you really think they are going to send you out. they involved a woman
for example (me picking up a gf then attempting to leave with her) or me yanking
a woman off the pool table by her ass pants (i deserved it), or me calling a group
of guys names because i drank too much. (i deserved it).. lol... glad those days
are behind me. i never fought out of anything except self-defense unless you want
to count school brawls when young. that's because i don't want to go to jail or send
a guy to the hospital and get sued if I can help that, especially nowadays when there
is much less privacy.
i used to have one friend who was real ballsy and caused fights when he was drunk.
often when my bands were playing at parties or in clubs. one time he pee'd off an
ex-con so bad the guy ran into the kitchen and stole a huge knife which he attacked
my car with. i had to get out of there this guy meant business. another time my friend
went after a whole frat - and ran on stage while i was playing to stop getting beat on.
there are more stories. what are yours seaweed ?

[Swinging Johnson]

I'm a lover not a fighter. But the one occasion I had to go was at Play it Again Sam's on Commonwealth Avenue in Boston during my college years in the 80's. Was having a great time, Happy Hour was cookin', and the world was a beautiful place until one of the two guys I went with was accused of trying to smuggle a drink out of the bar. He wasn't, there was no place to go and I had the keys to the car that had driven him there. Of course, he decided to give the bouncer grief and being all of 5'5" was sure he was exempt from a beating.

I saw the ruckus, came over in a very congenial manner and tried to make peace. Unfortunately the one bouncer was joined by several and I was viewed as the tag partner to my diminutive friend. My brand new Guess jacket (leather on the shoulders and elbows - I was a bit of a fashion douche I will admit) was violently grabbed and I felt myself being "escorted" from the establishment. Now I'm joined by the third person in our convivial little triumvirate who was oblivious to the preceding scenario. He was also viewed by the bouncers as some sort of special forces threat (he was actually the captain of the Frisbee golf team so there's that) and was also tossed into the melee.

Long and short, the only one who didn't get punched was my mouthy little friend who tossed a few F-bombs when he was accused of smuggling the drink. After taking a few shots, none of which hit me directly in the face somehow, I threw a quick right that landed and then we all ran into my car. As we were driving away, one of the bouncers kicked my side window and the shattered glass landed directly in my wide eyes as if in slow motion.

I dropped the boys off, went to pick up my date to go to see Scarface, and unbeknownst to me greeted her with blood dripping from my eyes. After she apprised me of this fact I got a towel, wiped my face, went to the movie...watched about 2 hours and 30 minutes of a 2 hour and 50 minute movie and decided that sitting longer with glass wedged in my eyeballs was probably not the best move as I determined that the liquid beginning to stream down my cheeks was certainly not tears. She drove me to the hospital, had my eyes rotated in a machine to remove the glass and that as they say, was that. And no, I refused to allow her to defile me after leaving the hospital in my fragile state.

Dear God I'm long-winded.

[rkelly110]

Plenty of bar fights. Some over a quarter on the pool table, some over drunks messing with the old ladies
and a few being the doorman/ bouncer at an after hours club. Never started, but always finished.

[brooks85]

^bar fights, don't forget that rkelly. You're not tough, just a loser who hangs out in bars with other fat, out-of-shape losers.

[MoMoneyMoVaughn]

Probably.

[Harry N. Lloyd]

Been in dozens of fights as a patron and a bouncer. Way more as a bouncer. As a patron you have some control over who you decide to tangle with. As a bouncer you don't. You can try your best to diffuse a situation but oftentimes you're dealing with someone who is in no mood to reason. Once the scrap is on, you fight to win. You'd be crazy not to. I've ended up in jail, but never the hospital.