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re: Best fight you remember in school?
Posted on 2/9/17 at 8:56 pm to Howyouluhdat
Posted on 2/9/17 at 8:56 pm to Howyouluhdat
That's funny I went to broadmoor too and I think I know who you're talking about say 2001-2004?
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Posted on 2/9/17 at 9:01 pm to jimmy the leg
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My brothers went to Berry/Hoover. They are probably all older than you though. They could handle themselves pretty well though
Yeah if they went to Berry when it was still a HS then they're definitely older than me. I'm 25 and Hoover HS opened in 94 or 95
Posted on 2/9/17 at 9:33 pm to MasterAbe1
We had a full-blown race riot when I was in 9th grade in 1971. Black on white fights all over the school. Made the CBS Evening News.
I had to extract my sister and her friends from the cafeteria. Kept my head down the whole time.
I had to extract my sister and her friends from the cafeteria. Kept my head down the whole time.
Posted on 2/9/17 at 9:38 pm to MasterAbe1
I've told this story before but in 5th grade we had a school near us close and that year like 7 or 8 kids came to our school. First week the resident bully of the class was picking on one of the new, nerdy kids at recess. Pushing him around and stuff.
Right as the bully went to get more violent one of the other new kids came in from the side and straight up clocked the bully with a left hook. Think 5th grade version of the Jeremy Hill punch. Bully was out cold. Never picked on anyone again
Right as the bully went to get more violent one of the other new kids came in from the side and straight up clocked the bully with a left hook. Think 5th grade version of the Jeremy Hill punch. Bully was out cold. Never picked on anyone again
Posted on 2/9/17 at 11:01 pm to Golfer
We had quite a few fights in school, but to avoid detention, the most common thing to do was to "schedule" a fight at one of three places after school: the water tower (to the West); the church parking lot (to the Northeast); or the mall parking lot.
The challenge location depended on the urgency of the fight and where you lived. We had a lot of kids who walked to school and there was no sense in going to the water tower, if you lived closer to the church parking lot. The mall parking lot was a mile-and-a-half away and the location that afforded the largest crowd, but of course the most suspenseful build-up. A lot of guys would lose their nerve if this was the scheduled location, so the water tower and the church parking lot saw the most action. I saw a guy fight in shorts at the mall parking lot once, and he got knocked to the pavement so much, his knees came out like they'd been in a meat grinder. He could hardly walk for a month.
I fought once in the church parking lot. After a couple of punches, it devolved into a wrestling match and I found myself on top of the guy and his face down in the gravel. Someone's Mom drove by; shouted at me to quit; and said she was going to get the cops. When she drove off, both of us pugilists got up, dusted ourselves off, and started running toward our neighborhood. A patrol car caught up with us about a half a mile away and asked us about the fight. We put our arms around each others' necks and smiled and lied and said we were friends and would never fight. We actually became pretty good friends after that.
The challenge location depended on the urgency of the fight and where you lived. We had a lot of kids who walked to school and there was no sense in going to the water tower, if you lived closer to the church parking lot. The mall parking lot was a mile-and-a-half away and the location that afforded the largest crowd, but of course the most suspenseful build-up. A lot of guys would lose their nerve if this was the scheduled location, so the water tower and the church parking lot saw the most action. I saw a guy fight in shorts at the mall parking lot once, and he got knocked to the pavement so much, his knees came out like they'd been in a meat grinder. He could hardly walk for a month.
I fought once in the church parking lot. After a couple of punches, it devolved into a wrestling match and I found myself on top of the guy and his face down in the gravel. Someone's Mom drove by; shouted at me to quit; and said she was going to get the cops. When she drove off, both of us pugilists got up, dusted ourselves off, and started running toward our neighborhood. A patrol car caught up with us about a half a mile away and asked us about the fight. We put our arms around each others' necks and smiled and lied and said we were friends and would never fight. We actually became pretty good friends after that.
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Posted on 2/9/17 at 11:12 pm to Athis
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DICK TITS
Best worst nickname ever
Posted on 2/9/17 at 11:28 pm to MasterAbe1
I got beat up pretty good by a black kid in the 5th grade. It was pretty epic. This kid would always try to hurt random white kids. He pushed my friend off the monkey bars and whipped his dick out and tried to slap him in the face. Not making this up. I called him the N word and told him to try messing with me, not realizing then how gay that sounded.
A big crowd formed and I tried my damnedest but lost. I landed the first blow but lost the upper hand in the ground game. The fight lasted what seemed like forever. Once we got back on our feet he dialed in some Rocky Balboa shite and landed some good punches that had me regretting being brave. Everything seemed like slow motion. The worst part was getting the air knocked out of me to a point where I could do nothing but get in a fetal position as kicks rained down on my head.
I cried, not from the pain, but from how demoralized I was. I could hear the amazement, gasps, and laughter from the student body. A teacher came in and grabbed the boy as he and two new participants were trying to rid me of my consciousness with their brand new Air Jordans.
Suffered a bloody nose and I thought my tooth was loose but it was fine a few days later. My ears were both very sore for a week from the kicks. He didn't frick with my friend or me again though.
Yep, I went to a non-select and racially "diverse" public school.
A big crowd formed and I tried my damnedest but lost. I landed the first blow but lost the upper hand in the ground game. The fight lasted what seemed like forever. Once we got back on our feet he dialed in some Rocky Balboa shite and landed some good punches that had me regretting being brave. Everything seemed like slow motion. The worst part was getting the air knocked out of me to a point where I could do nothing but get in a fetal position as kicks rained down on my head.
I cried, not from the pain, but from how demoralized I was. I could hear the amazement, gasps, and laughter from the student body. A teacher came in and grabbed the boy as he and two new participants were trying to rid me of my consciousness with their brand new Air Jordans.
Suffered a bloody nose and I thought my tooth was loose but it was fine a few days later. My ears were both very sore for a week from the kicks. He didn't frick with my friend or me again though.
Yep, I went to a non-select and racially "diverse" public school.
Posted on 2/9/17 at 11:55 pm to CrimsonTideMD
I was in college at Bama but we rode to Auburn for a friend's birthday. She lived in a duplex and we didn't really know the neighbors. So we are having a loud party and talking all kinds of shite. My one buddy from back home, a guy who never went to college and had never even left the state until he was about 23, starts yelling frick all yall, blah, blah, blah. Neighbor comes out of his back door and screams frick Prattville and goes to land a haymaker on my buddy. My other buddy intercepts the neighbors punch and grabs the guy around the collarbone and puts him in a front head lock. Knee to the face, knee to the face, knee to the face, KO'd. Now all the other roommates come running out into the backyard. It's like gangs of new york with everyone just running at someone else. Bunch of guys from my town are outside, but more are inside. Two of the neighbors duck back inside but they go into our friends house. Immediately they are tackled onto the floor where they are pummeled by 4 more guys. There was so much blood in the living room, my friend had to get rid of all her living room couches.
It's weird. Where I grew up everyone would fight each other and there were a lot of different clicks. But if we were out of town, EVERYBODY was on the same team. In college and in law school, my other friends would beg me not to invite anybody from back home,because they knew a fight would break out.
My favorite all time happened my senior year in college. First weekend of new semester, new house, new neighbors. Our neighbors seemed cool and we talked to them about having a big party. Well the neighbors, who seemed a bit older than me (I think one guy had been in the service and was just getting to college), decided they wanted to have a "pimps and hoes" party. So all the girls from their side were wearing skimpy lingerie type outfits and the guys were wearing like silk robes. So one of these "hoes" jumps up on our beer pong table and starts shaking her arse. Well one of the girls from our party (who I didn't know at the time but is now married to my best friend, we jokingly call her "the hammer" bc she's about 5'10 and packs a punch) tells the girl to get off the table and calls her a slot or something like that. "Ho" doesn't like it and says something back to the Hammer. So Hammer body slams this ho off the table and a scuffle breaks out. Now it's civil war. Everyone from our party starts screaming and yelling at the neighbors and we get them all outside. Well, the "ho" who got slammed was the gf of the alpha of the other party. So alpha goes back in his house and gets his pistol. By this time everyone is out in the front yard. It's probably 30 guys with me and 15 with them. So alpha, standing there in his silk robe, pulls out his pistol and fires it in the air 3 times. He was trying to calm things down, I think. But it didn't work out for him. He fires the gun and starts to yell something. But as soon as he opens his mouth he gets laid out by a haymaker he never saw. And now the brawl is back on. Two of their guys grab one of our guys and drop him behind a car and kick the shite out of him. The rest of them fight and run back to their house, next to ours. Our group is pissed and they start banging on the door. Nobody answers. So my best friend and one of my roommates approach their house and bang on the windows. My best friend, who had just got out of the marines himself, kicks the window and the entire window frame falls out. We start looking through the hole in the house but we see nobody. So we break some more stuff outside there house and disburse before the cops come. Shockingly nobody got arrested. Months and months later, right before Im gonna graduate I talk to one of the neighbors. I apologize for things getting out of hand. He tells me that he was upstairs behind his bed with his rifle, because he thought we were gonna kill them. Sidenote: I met my wife at that party and we went on our first date the next day.
It's weird. Where I grew up everyone would fight each other and there were a lot of different clicks. But if we were out of town, EVERYBODY was on the same team. In college and in law school, my other friends would beg me not to invite anybody from back home,because they knew a fight would break out.
My favorite all time happened my senior year in college. First weekend of new semester, new house, new neighbors. Our neighbors seemed cool and we talked to them about having a big party. Well the neighbors, who seemed a bit older than me (I think one guy had been in the service and was just getting to college), decided they wanted to have a "pimps and hoes" party. So all the girls from their side were wearing skimpy lingerie type outfits and the guys were wearing like silk robes. So one of these "hoes" jumps up on our beer pong table and starts shaking her arse. Well one of the girls from our party (who I didn't know at the time but is now married to my best friend, we jokingly call her "the hammer" bc she's about 5'10 and packs a punch) tells the girl to get off the table and calls her a slot or something like that. "Ho" doesn't like it and says something back to the Hammer. So Hammer body slams this ho off the table and a scuffle breaks out. Now it's civil war. Everyone from our party starts screaming and yelling at the neighbors and we get them all outside. Well, the "ho" who got slammed was the gf of the alpha of the other party. So alpha goes back in his house and gets his pistol. By this time everyone is out in the front yard. It's probably 30 guys with me and 15 with them. So alpha, standing there in his silk robe, pulls out his pistol and fires it in the air 3 times. He was trying to calm things down, I think. But it didn't work out for him. He fires the gun and starts to yell something. But as soon as he opens his mouth he gets laid out by a haymaker he never saw. And now the brawl is back on. Two of their guys grab one of our guys and drop him behind a car and kick the shite out of him. The rest of them fight and run back to their house, next to ours. Our group is pissed and they start banging on the door. Nobody answers. So my best friend and one of my roommates approach their house and bang on the windows. My best friend, who had just got out of the marines himself, kicks the window and the entire window frame falls out. We start looking through the hole in the house but we see nobody. So we break some more stuff outside there house and disburse before the cops come. Shockingly nobody got arrested. Months and months later, right before Im gonna graduate I talk to one of the neighbors. I apologize for things getting out of hand. He tells me that he was upstairs behind his bed with his rifle, because he thought we were gonna kill them. Sidenote: I met my wife at that party and we went on our first date the next day.
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Posted on 2/10/17 at 12:38 am to SECSolomonGrundy
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Posted on 2/10/17 at 9:46 am to Sugarbuggies
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He just kept telling him over and over with tears in his eyes
Did you go to school with General Mattis?
Posted on 2/10/17 at 9:49 am to MasterAbe1
Junionor year in high school two black girls got into it. They were scratching the shite out of each other. They were throwing each other around, and one managed to started slamming the other's head onto a concrete table. The vice principal tried to separate them. He grabbed one girl's hair and her weave came off. Funny as shite.
Posted on 2/10/17 at 9:53 am to MasterAbe1
1993-ish. After school GLADIATOR BATTLE. Aaron Bratka and Justin Polter duked it out betwixt the railroad tracks and the tomato cannery in Tipp City. Whiteboy donnybrook lasted a good half hour. When it was all said and done, Bratka's windbreaker was hella torn. I think I even saw a spot of blood.
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Posted on 2/10/17 at 10:07 am to MasterAbe1
Was between two Hispanic girls in middle school. One was hot as hell and it was brutal. Scratching, hair flying, panty shots, and lasted a few minutes.
One of the most bloody one was a large sized wrestler from rival school was verbally assaulted by a skinny dumb arse from our school. Wrestler threw a right cross and broke the dudes nose. Blood flowed that night.
One of the most bloody one was a large sized wrestler from rival school was verbally assaulted by a skinny dumb arse from our school. Wrestler threw a right cross and broke the dudes nose. Blood flowed that night.
Posted on 2/10/17 at 1:36 pm to BowlJackson
I could not have said better words myself! Your post was refreshing. I served on a public schoolboard for 16 years. It is always the public system vs the private system. Every child is entitled to a quality education everyday. There are more programs for different learning level students in public schools than private schools. Socio-economics determines the peformance scores all schools attain. I could write plenty more.
Posted on 2/10/17 at 2:08 pm to dglennLSUalways
Watched a girl slice up another girl's face with a razor blade.
Watched a friend beat the hell out of an upperclassmen who thought he "owned" the school. Slung him into lockers and repeatedly clocked the kid
I also saw a cop bodyslam a kid who was trying to escape out of his grip. The sound of that kid's head hitting the floor was sickening
Watched a friend beat the hell out of an upperclassmen who thought he "owned" the school. Slung him into lockers and repeatedly clocked the kid
I also saw a cop bodyslam a kid who was trying to escape out of his grip. The sound of that kid's head hitting the floor was sickening
Posted on 2/10/17 at 2:42 pm to MasterAbe1
Head Football coach an Baseball coach throwing hands in the weight room over which practice the two sport athletes should be at.
Everybody was like
Everybody was like
Posted on 2/10/17 at 2:50 pm to adamb2151
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There was a huge gang fight that took over the entire Broadmoor cafeteria in 99. Fairfield and Mall City I believe. Trays being used as weapons.
I was a disappointed I missed this brawl, but I remember it carried over to Ag Greenhouse around 5th period.
That Broadmoor Greenhouse had it all. Weed, craps, card games, and I remember some girl transferring in my sr. year that would go behind the corner and just drop her pants and show her thong. Good times.
I remember a couple of good Woodlawn vs Broadmoor brawls at the Plantation Inn. I almost took a Boones Farm bottle to the head, but luckily the dude missed.
Posted on 2/10/17 at 2:55 pm to Tigeralum2008
Started a new school in middle of my sophomore year. The school I came from was slightly more elitist, and we had fights there, but nothing major. New school was a little less elite.
First day there, walking on the breezeway between classes, two big arse football players, one a 6'2 250 white guy, the other a 6'2" 250 black guy, just went at it, toe to toe trading punches. Blood flying. I'd never seen anything like it - no pushing or talking shite. Just straight to business. Students walled off around them not letting anyone through to stop it. Eventually they tired out and went on to class. One, I think the black guy, ended up leaving in an ambulance because during the next period he didn't know where he was. Neither got kicked out.
I had a few minor fights because people fricked with me for being the new guy at first. Of the three fights I got in there, I ended up being friends with two of the guys. But I was always willing to fight then shake hands and grab a drink. Except this one dude who snuck me once.
First day there, walking on the breezeway between classes, two big arse football players, one a 6'2 250 white guy, the other a 6'2" 250 black guy, just went at it, toe to toe trading punches. Blood flying. I'd never seen anything like it - no pushing or talking shite. Just straight to business. Students walled off around them not letting anyone through to stop it. Eventually they tired out and went on to class. One, I think the black guy, ended up leaving in an ambulance because during the next period he didn't know where he was. Neither got kicked out.
I had a few minor fights because people fricked with me for being the new guy at first. Of the three fights I got in there, I ended up being friends with two of the guys. But I was always willing to fight then shake hands and grab a drink. Except this one dude who snuck me once.
Posted on 2/10/17 at 4:06 pm to Rossberg02
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One of the girls had her opponent by the hair smashing her head on the round plastic chair. While that was happening a guy standing over them with a CD player and computer speakers was blaring Get Your Roll On.
Oh God I've been laughing for 10 straight minutes
Posted on 2/10/17 at 7:57 pm to MasterAbe1
We had plenty in high school, but the funniest one was when I was home for the summer after my freshman year of college. After work, I'd go to a local dive and shoot pool for beers. One particular night, there was a little Mexican guy there shooting pool. His name was Jesus (hey-soos). He was a quiet little dude, probably 5'6" or 5'7" at most. I was shooting pool with Jesus, and this big redneck baw at the bar just started fricking with him for no reason. I guess because he was Mexican. Jesus just ignored him. The later it got, the worse the harassment from ole baw got. Jesus could see where this was going, so he decided to leave. Ole baw followed him out, and stayed a step behind him the whole way out to the car, constantly jawing. As Jesus got into his car, ole baw yelled "That's what I thought. He's just scared." Jesus stood up, said "I no scared of anybody", and commences to laying one of the most one sided arse whippings I had ever seen. He was like the Tasmanian devil on this big redneck. Ole baw was bleeding everywhere, and his face had knots all over it like somebody had popped him with a hammer over and over. He spent the rest of the night propped up on a barstool with ice on his face. Come to find out, Jesus was a golden glove boxer.
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