MuckRaker96 said:

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ATM9000 said:

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Lol of course the anonymous Texags cumulative fist fight win percentage is hovering over .900.

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Right up there with no one ever dating a girl who weighed more than 120 pounds.

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Why the **** would anyone date a woman who weighs over 120 pounds.

No fatties.

How did you have the time to care so much about something as trivial as grade school to actually fight about it?

0/0. Mind instead of fists.

0-2 in middle school.

Was jumped by three guys on July 4, 2002. Was able to beat the **** out of one but his two friends put me in the hospital.

18 years later and with continuous weightlifting, bb in TKD and a purple in bjj and I'm 0-0.

When you know how to fight, you don't have to anymore.

Pretty confident I have no clue how to fight and still don't need to.

Y'all shall we include grade school? I'd rather not, as I got the crapped kicked out of me at least four times. I'll defer to the panel judges on this one.

A draw ? Idk if I could even call it a fight

2-1

What has old Shakes reincarnated as?

0-2.

It prepared me well for life afterward.

Something like 0 - 6. My mouth had a habit of writing checks it couldn't cash and was always one of the smallest kids, I really didn't grow until my senior year in HS.

Things changed in my college years, learned what I was doing and flipped things around. Not a perfect record in my late teens through early/mid twenties, but close. Then I realized it was much easier just to buy the guy a beer, because fighting hurts, even if you win.

Now I'm old, fat, and slow, I'd get my ass kicked, so I stay away from those situations and people.

Don't believe I lost too many honestly, and certainly none in a bad way. Most of mine were post high school and pre college though in my mongoloid years. I do have a nice 1.5 inch scar on my face and spent several months in a cast for a boxers fracture though so I guess you can't always come out completely on top. There were several that were averted where i would have been completely curb stomped though. Im talking getting beat down by D1 linebacker size dudes. Pays to have friends smarter than your mouth in those instances. One guys brother pulled a gun and squeezed off a couple rounds after I beat the **** out of his brother. The dude tried to goad me in to a fight for hours and I reckon thought it was going to be an easy fight, especially after I declined to get involved several times. Thought for sure his brother was going to shoot me. Don't recall fighting much after that, once in college.

All that was almost 20 years ago now though. You couldn't pay me enough to fight now unless it was over something like my family being in danger or like the last time I was "close" when some guy decided it was OK to make some lewd comments about my wife, to my wife, while I was standing there. We were at a wedding. He apologized and then departed the wedding. Neither were really an option for him.

Fighting is stupid and as a legitimate adult now I definitely shake my fist today at the kind of person I was yesterday. Funny how that works.

/serious answer on the gb

Bull

Ok player

1-0

So spreadsheet guru's, please add a win and a draw to my record.

The win was one night at Harry's when I was sitting at the bar pounding back a few. It was in the summer so the C team bouncers were on duty. A fight broke out on the lower dance floor and the bouncers were falling like flies. I looked at Dave the bartender (and you old f***era will remember Dave) and said "If I end Thai fight, is my bar tab for the rest of the night covered?" He said "Hell yeah, the kids are weak." I wade into the melee and find the two main dudes. One dude was almost down so I grabbed the other one and started dragging him out. His buddy's started to come at me but I dropped their friend and gave them a drunken pissed off stare. They ran. I dragged the dude outside to the cop who thanked me. I drank top shelf the rest of the night.

The draw was a weird night. Several of us were at Carneys I think and somehow one of our group got into it with a frat rat. One of the frat rats came at me and one of my boys held me back. I get pissed and get drinks thrown on me from all sides. I loose it and go after the whole damn bunch. It took a couple of my boys to keep me from going to jail.

SEATAC Aggie said:

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2-0 here.

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Then you were to choosy in your fights. Sometimes you gotta take a chance. And some times those don't work out.

This made me remember a never fight.
Of course, I had some fights in grade school and one in junior high.
I won the grade schools fights and the junior high was a draw because it broke up when a teacher came.
The never fight was when I was a freshman in high school.
After a basketball game I was in the parking lot waiting for my mom to pick me up.
A senior decided to target me to impress some senior girls who were hanging out.
He taunted and abused me trying to start a fight but I was smart enough to know he would have kicked my scrawny ass all over that parking lot. So I tried to remain stoic and ignore him but it was the most humiliating experience of my life.
When my mom finally picked me up, I broke down and cried from embarrassment and frustration.
Fast forward to my college days when I show up for class and there is that ***** senior. Now I had grown from 5'8"
to 6'2". I was now taller and out weighed that ***** and I sure wanted to whip his ass over something that happened 4 years ago. I never did confront him but looking back, I sure wish I had.

Elementary 5 (or so) - 1 (worst but kicking I took was on a bus in fifth grade.
Middle school - 1-0 (best butt kicking I ever gave at a middle school dance)
High school - 0-0
College 1-1-1 - the win was a brawl with at the Guadalupe River; draw was a brawl at my house where the guys who started the fight ended up being pretty cool; the loss was getting jumped at a bar in Deep Ellum.

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Something like 0 - 6. My mouth had a habit of writing checks it couldn't cash and was always one of the smallest kids, I really didn't grow until my senior year in HS.

Things changed in my college years, learned what I was doing and flipped things around. Not a perfect record in my late teens through early/mid twenties, but close. Then I realized it was much easier just to buy the guy a beer, because fighting hurts, even if you win.

Now I'm old, fat, and slow, I'd get my ass kicked, so I stay away from those situations and people.

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0-1 I guess

6th grade, took a single, solid punch in the nose and decided I didn't want any part of that ****

2-0. Two bullies, 8th and 9th grade. They liked picking on the smaller guy until they got punched in the face. The face punch was like the atomic bomb back then. It ended fights for guys who "don't fight", and those bullies weren't fighters, just bullies. I owned those clowns for the rest of high school especially as I outgrew them. Proud that my fighting career ended in 9th grade.

Nacho Thigh Juice said:

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Grade school
Was my last fight.

Past 12 or 13 I spent more time beating myself.

Beat my deek like it owed me money!!!!

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Username checks out!!

0-1
I was ambushed by Mark Traylor … whom I have prayed into Hell.

2-1.

Took the L to a kid half my size.

69-0

Didn't fist fight in Texas in the late 80s, grew up in Iowa wrestling so no need to throw a punch. Don't let me grab you /Texas A&M Wrestling Rookie of the Year, 1992.

2 and 1...

The loss.. Take a second and read this...

I played every sport, and actually did quite well... But my dad, wanting me to be well rounded, made me take band in middle school. So, litterally, here I am in my basketball uniform playing trumpet after school. Then going back to practice...

Anyway, you know how in middle school, you don't even have a reason but you and so and so just don't get a long...

He was a fat Asian kid in the band, playing sax... We had been going to school for 6 years together. Just didn't like each other for no reason. One day were in locker room for gym, no coaches around, could not tell you why, but here we were squared up against each other, 40 kids screaming and hollering.

He is backed into a corner and I commence to wailing on him, Looks like Tyson the first 20 seconds of any fight. Kids are screaming, I am thinking this is 2 easy.

Next thing I know I am staring at the ceiling and nobody in the room is making a sound. Then the screaming resumes!!!!!

Long story short. Freaking kid turns out to be a 5th, yes 5th degree black belt in Fujitsu... Not one person every said a word to me about that fight. What could you say, and the surprise was just as big as the bama win Saturday, nobody knew. Later in the year, he got on stage and did a 15 minute demonstration, kicked an apple off the teachers head...

Cool story broh!!!!!!

oldschool87 said:

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Long story short. Freaking kid turns out to be a 5th, yes 5th degree black belt in Fujitsu...

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So did he hit you with a camera or a printer?

1-0

Military school sophomore year, I was on the wrestling team, he was on the basketball team, he was 5 inches taller than me. He swung at my head and missed which caused his body to turn and his back was facing me. I did what my coaches had tought me and executed a classic duck under and was about to pile drive him when his legs got caught in mine. Instead of going in a line onto his back the goofy turkey went sideways into a pay phone temple first.

I thought I killed him, the blood wouldn't stop flowing from his head.

The blood stain in the phone hallway was there until I graduated two and a half years later.

I never had any problems with people bucking up to me after that...

My record is 0-0 in junior high fights. I was undersized, mild mannered and didn't know how to fight.

But in recent Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu matches against Jr High age BJJ students, I am unbeaten. Probably about 99-0.

1-1.

The loss came in middle school when I was skipped in the water fountain line by a guy named Thomas. We'd just got done with gym class and I was exhausted. Thomas cuts in front of me and utters "what are you gonna do about it? I took that as a invitation to GO and that's what I did. Right hand to his face. He eats the punch like popcorn and proceeds to beat me down as I covered myself on the ground. Not my finest moment.

BoxingAg84 said:

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1-1.

The loss came in middle school when I was skipped in the water fountain line by a guy named Thomas. We'd just got done with gym class and I was exhausted. Thomas cuts in front of me and utters "what are you gonna do about it? I took that as a invitation to GO and that's what I did. Right hand to his face. He eats the punch like popcorn and proceeds to beat me down as I covered myself on the ground. Not my finest moment.

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JH - 1-2

HS - 0-0

I grew out of it.