re: How many good, old-fashioned fist-fights have you been in?

Soooooo many. Regret all of them past 10 years of age. Here is my theory. My older brother ( 4 years older and twice my size RIP) used to torment me as a kid. It made me tough but also gave me a thing about bullies. I was in my 30s before I overcame it. I literally had repeated nightmares of him hitting me until I was around 40. I used to throw punches in my sleep. Very weird.

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. Regret all of them past 10 years of age

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Not I. My last was a bar fight where some dude lifted my girls skirt as she walked by. Zero regrets, including the night in jail.

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you haven t been in a fight since you fought to stay inside your moms womb.

As expected l. Rogerthefraud

Somewhere between 15-30. Dont care to count em all. I have this disease called speak up against bullshite. Gonna get me shot one day but i can't make my brain work differently.

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I can count on one hand

I've been in several drunk in college, but I would never be proud of it. It's just dumb.

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Is your name Sue?

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Great song ... but, ha, no.

I'm actually a Junior. Dad was raised on the mean streets of North Memphis back in the Great Depression and post-WWII days. The youngest boy of 16 kids, 12 that survived ... he had six older brothers and a drunkard father.

He raised me accordingly because that was all he knew. I was born when he was barely 18 ... and he worked his arse off, but he was intense.

Right before he died ... it was his one regret. He said, "Son, I beat your arse up and down the place. I'm sorry. If I could do it over again I wouldn't have been so intense ..."

I cut him off and told him not to worry about it, that it made me a survivor. That he was the greatest Dad anyone could have hoped for and that I deserved most of the beatings."

He was a stoic man ... his eyes .... anyways.

He fell trying to get out of bed to take a leak that night ... broke his hip and back and slipped into a coma a few hours later.

That was two years ago today.

My brother had died a week earlier. My Dad died on 26 October 22 at 10:50 PM with me holding his hand. Just him and me in the end. He fought .... he went out like a man

I'd take all the beatin's again, right now, I'd fight all the fights again ... just to be able to go out in the front yard and run routes with him throwing the football to me again. Have him hittin' grounders to me, or one on one basketball.

He and I got into a throw down fight when I was 17 ... he was only 35 at the time and still a beast. He backhanded me for something and then we threw down. It was the last time he ever hit me.

We were friends after that ... grew into good friends the last thirty years.

... and then, as of tomorrow morning two years ago, he was technically gone. Doctors said he wouldn't last a few hours ... he fought it for four days.

It's just who we are.

I raised my Son differently and he worshipped my Son from birth. It just took a couple of generations to fix our intensity issues.

It's life stuff. But I miss my brothers and my Dad every day.

There is a 100% chance that, upon birth, we're going to die one day. How it plays out is .... well, it is what it is. He really made something out of his life.

But yeah, no, I wasn't named Sue. But, Ironically I met Johnny Cash because of my Dad, via Johnny's younger brother Tommy who also went to Treadwell, who died just a few weeks ago. Met Jerry Stoval and Monte Kiffin that same night, same event, in Memphis. But that's another story.

Depends. Do the fights at Sonic count?