re: What's the best fist fight you've ever witnessed?

So many Tigerland fights. I would like to know more about Texas Club, Triple A or The Station fights back around 2002 or so.

I'd imagine my brother was probably involved.

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It was pretty hot.

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Temp hot, sexy hot?

Fighting is stupid and trashy. Plus both fighters go to jail for assault, no matter who threw the first punch.

Lol who won

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Here's a classic from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

I remember this one fight I saw when I was a freshman in highschool...

It was near dark-thirty in the soccer field, we were a hundred strong and kids were coming still up the drive to the Y Sportspark to park beneath the trees. I hadn't seen this many kids in one place since the Winger Concert or the dirt track race and I thought this was definitely the coolest thing that I'd ever seen in Albany.

We had Kodiak and we spit in the dirt and watched the senior girls in their skirts and prayed for the day when we had girls that looked good and drank beer. Our lives were filled with nervous excitement as we waited for the epic fight between Clint Cecil and Clay Taylor and the history they'd make.

Cause when you're in ninth grade it's a big deal to stand shoulder to shoulder in a soccer field with 18 year olds who are too preoccupied to punch you in the gut. Because everyone came for just one thing - to watch Clay and Clint in this human ring - cause both guys were tough as nails and roughest of the rough.

Well Clay we didn't know so good cause he grew up outside our neighborhood, but I guess I first heard of him in Merry Acres Middle School. Some are born fighters and Clay always was, but he never used no knives or guns. He preferred to win or get beat on the strength of his will.

Consequently Clint was notoriously known for being bit by a rattlesnake in a berry grove. He was only ten then and he swelled up like a weather balloon. But it couldn't kill him, it only hardened him a bit and after that he never took no shite. That's probably why he and Clay met that afternoon.

Well Clint and Clay should have never fought. It was a lie that got started by my friend's dad's daughter which would usually be called his sister but she was more than that. Cause his dad had an affair with my friend's mom's mother and had two kids and maybe others. One was my friend's uncle, and the other was his aunt.

So his quasi-aunt-step-sister-person had done a bad thing and worsened it by hitting Clay's parked car and starting a lie. She was confused already with the way she was and she didn't want to piss off the boy she loved cause she had a crush on Clay since she was nine. Which was something we didn't quite understand cause girls dug Clay but he was an ugly man (much like us) so it gave us hope or at least a fighting chance. We just knew he wasn't someone to mess with so it was no surprise when he got the message that he skipped his class and ran out in a rage...

He yelled "Whichever dead man hit my car, you know what you did and you know who you are and if you was worth a damn you'd fess up to what you did."

From the group of kids rose a shaking hand, it was the one of my friend's sister-aunt and she said "Clay, I saw it all and it was Clint!"

Well Clint yelled out, "You lying inbred!" and Clay cried "You little punk, you're dead! You meet me at the Y soccer fields a quarter after dark."

Clint said "I didn't hit that piece of crap but no one talks to me like that and you're gonna wish you never called me out to that park."

Well dusk bit into the far horizon, its teeth marks found a dust trail rising across the clay alley towards the vending machines. At first nobody really noticed, until the dust cloud hit the soccer goals then some kid yelled "Hey, I think that's Clay Taylor's Jeep!"

He was gunning it, with the hammer down, and when he got near us he spun it around and stuck the brakes until the gravel bled. And we all stared in disbelief at the strangest sight I'd ever seen, a butt naked Clay Taylor with pantyhose on his head.

Now you've got to know what this meant to us, this was pre-Braveheart and William Wallace, Clay was revolutionizing the art of war in 1991. It was weird as hell, downright frightening, as he called for the man he was supposed to fight, but who could know the horrorshow had only just begun?

We were shocked, speechless, the field was silent, until a growl pierced the air like a mountain lion's and got closer and closer shaking needles from the trees. Kids were looking around all confused cause the sound grew near but there was still no view until the south side of the crowd let out in screams.

And the sea of people all around parted to reveal a clown running full speed with a chainsaw in his hands.

I'd never seen a clown in full sprint, then I realized "Hey that's really Clint and I do believe he aims to kill a man!"

Now there is one thing scarier than a mad clown, that's a midget on crank but there ain't many around, to be honest I've never seen one in the real. So the whole crowd got spooked and ran and left a solitary man standing in the middle of a trampled soccer field.

Well it really doesn't matter who won or lost, I can only say that Clint paid the cost of an ill-fated rumor and a heart of pride. It wasn't his fault how things turned out, he tried to have something that he was born without, the kind of toughness a few like Clay keep trapped inside.

The kind to look a man square in the eye, as he's rushing at you in a clown disguise and brandishing a Yamaha chainsaw from his daddy's toolshed. And not flinching a bit, not biting your lip, not quivering, shivering, or faking a limp. Just spitting out whiskey right there in the mud, and saying "Bring it on, son."

Well that's the stuff you only see in Albany. Clay might have been crazy but he was braver than any other SOB I've seen in all my years.

So when the taxman calls, or rent gets late,or we've played a show and we didn't get paid,
I think "Well it ain't no chainsaw bearing clown, so what do I got to fear?"

Wasn't there some reality show dedicated to incredible fistfights? I think it was called CAGE or something. I wonder if those guys are still fighting for UFC?

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Plus both fighters go to jail for assault, no matter who threw the first punch.

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Actually - We knew the bartender. My ex said "You saw what happened, right?" The doorman said they'd had trouble with him before and he and the bartender put the guy outside on the corner.

Yall two frickers from DTR??