re: Did you ever challenge/fight your dad ?

The closest we ever came was during the 1991 governor's race. I tore down his Duke signs as fast as he could put them up. When I finally told him that it was me doing it and not the Bloods and Crips terrorizing Mer Rouge we very nearly did the deed. I think I threw in some remark of how it wasn't his fault that he was an idiot but that there was no reason to announce it to the world and shame the whole family. I was 21 and 6'2, he was 64 and 5'8 but I was scared. Hard arse WWII vet with more meanness in his little finger . . .

It's crossed my mind. I look exactly like my mom's big arse Irish brothers though so it didn't just come out of the blue. But I was taller than my dad when I was ten. He had 5 brothers, one was 6'4, he was the second tallest at 5'8. One drowned right after coming home from the war, I don't know how tall he was

My dad is 81, and has early stages of dementia, man I really miss the days he could still kick my arse...

As a kid, my dad could do anything, now he just stays at home listening to what my mother tells him to do...

Almost did last year, showed up at my house in his early 90s corvette drunk and on pills trying to talk about his regrets.

Long enough to get picked up by the throat, and sternly told not to do it again

My dad was a fricking a-hole. He verbally trashed me as a kid periodically and when I hit 10th grad, I lost it in the kitchen and buckled the frig door punching it. I was up to about 6'-1" and 230 lbs and a pretty good athlete. We never squared off.....until my senior year he was "joking" with me in the yard after cutting grass and tried to wrestle. He basically got me in a head lock as soon as he could and was seriously trying to choke me out. I pried his arm off, spun it around him and drove his face into the ground.....talking shite of course (I may have broken his arm had my mom not intervened). He was 6'-3" and 240#. I was 6'-2" and 285#.

if he ever would have stood toe to toe, I'd have destroyed him.

frick him

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Almost did last year, showed up at my house in his early 90s corvette drunk and on pills trying to talk about his regrets.

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I think we may be related, except mine would be in an '87 Buick Grand National

I have 3+" and 50 lbs on my dad. Have had that size advantage since I was 16. One wrestling match at home ended up with him being thrown across a bedroom after it started getting a little heated.

Never tested each other again.

I did take a swing at my dad once when I was a kid. He took his glasses off and just stared at me. I'll never forget that look. I walked away and never ever tried that again.

When I was 17 my drunk step dad was talking shite while my mom was out of town and I finally had enough of it so I clocked him and knocked him out cold in the hallway. He never mentioned it to her when she got back and we never spoke of it between us. I left 2 months later to the military and he has never said a cross word to me in 25 years.