Just tell them you're a lawyer. No one's going to want to assault a lawyer (unless he intends to kill you and hide the body). I'm pretty sure I can't fight. Haven't had to test it. My wife doesn't like it when I give people the finger and act like an ******* on the road because someone might get pissed at me. Reading the first couple of posts here, maybe she's right. But, I don't think I'll stop. It's vigilante traffic justice. Btw, where is MacBeth when you need him? He was quite the street fighter, wasn't he?
Good thread and agree with a lot of the comments here. As someone who's been doing martial arts and also teaching self-defense I always emphasize that its important to remember a street fight isn't a match and many of the things that we are taught in competitive martial arts like Judo and Taekwondo become problems when used outside of the parameters of the sport environment. Even an art like Brazillian Jujitsu is going to be limited because why would you want to be in the guard on the ground outside on a street where there might be broken glass or you might bang your head on a curb. The nature of a self-defense situation isn't to win but to survive the situation so if you have to defend yourself its better you get it over quickly because the longer you're engaged with them the more chances of injuries to you. As for a streetfight I would say avoid it as much as is possible but if you do end it fast and get the hell out of there. The kick to the knees is a good technique but rather than squatting I would recommend a straight or side kick right on it. If you're in close a heel to the shin dragged into a stomp on the foot works pretty well to. Just remember to keep your hands up at your head to guard against punches. I don't think I've been in a real fight since high school but I've had a few situations where I've had to defend myself in the past few years. In graduate school I had a party where I invited the other martial arts clubs and the president of the Taekwondo club got really drunk and started trying to kick me. Grabbed his leg and footswept the other leg sending him straight onto his back. Last Halloween I was joking around with some people at another party and one guy grabbed me and tried to wrestle. I slipped his grip and got behind him and he tried to shove me into a fence, about 10 feet away. As he did I bent my knee forward and took out his knee sending him sprawling. New Years 2005 I was at a bar and I separated a guy from a girl he was harassing. He didn't like that and wanted to fight I walked away and he followed me to the door where he kept on yelling. I sat down outside while his friends and mine tried to calm him down. After awhile he tried to get in a fight with one of my friends. The smallest and skinniest of our group. At that point I got pissed and was ready to fight. Its one thing to want to fight me and another to try to pick on the weakest of my friends. I squared off against him and dropped into a stance ready for his strike and at that point you could see his fight melt away. He started stammering "You hit me first." I just put out my chin and put my hands behind my back and said, "You wanted to fight I'm giving you the first shot." He backed away and started doing the talking trash thing as he went back inside. The one time that I've had to defend myself where I really thought my life was in danger was in 1992 when I was a student at CAL. I was covering the Rodney King riots for the school newspaper and took a picture of a mob breaking into the Gap. As a guy was kicking the plate glass my flash went off and one guy yelled, "Get that Motherf*(ker!" Two big guys picked me up and slammed me against a car while a third tried to graby my camera and punch me. I just pulled myself into a ball and somehow weaseled my way out of their grasp. I got away OK but they busted the lense off of my camera.
My roommates threw a birthday party, and it was supposed to be pretty modest, in terms of college parties. About 20 people, a keg, some jello shots and beer pong. No big deal. All of a sudden, forty people walk in off the street. People started getting loud and pushy, my moronic drunk of a roommate thought it would be a good idea to turn off the lights to shut people up (She's really stupid). This one guy started freaking out in the living room, and I got really pissed off. I was not going to have a bunch of 19 year olds destroy my house. I pulled out a nine-iron golf club out of the closet, flipped on the overheads and at the top of my lungs, told everyone to shut the f&*@ up! Sixty people all stopped, because I was that loud. I put one guy at the door, and told him no one comes in, only out, and just started bouncing people. In fifteen minutes, order was restored, and I didn't even have to use the club. And I'm a girl.
I'm somehow arroused after reading this. There's just something about a college girl whipping out a 9-iron.
Tyler Durden: OK: any historic figure. Narrator: I'd fight Gandhi. Tyler Durden: Good answer. Narrator: How about you? Tyler Durden: Lincoln. Narrator: Lincoln? Tyler Durden: Big guy, big reach. Skinny guys fight 'til they're burger.
I think I got my ass kicked in every fight I've been in so the answer is no I can't fight. The last fight I was involved in was at a Queers (it's a punk band and no they are not gay) show at Fitzgeralds. A group of skinheads were there trying and succeeding in starting fights. I was pushed into one guy by one of his friends. The guy I was pushed into pushes me back and says oh you want piece of me. Then someone else punched me and the others started to hit and kick me until it was broken up. Good times
here's something i learned about fighting: --never fight anyone smaller than you. you'll either be embarrassed if you get your ass beat or you'll be called a p***y for picking on a little guy. no win situation.
anyone got a link to MacBeth's story? that was some good stuff. i loved how he took on those 3 dudes all by himself b/c of his andrenaline.
Besides that 30 seconds of having my butt kicked the night was pretty cool. I got to hang out and have a couple of beers with the band before the show and the band gave me a shirt and 7" afterwards
