Last month I was in Athens for the Georgia Alabama game. Was at a keg party at my buddy’s loft that night. A girl I had known for a few years came up to me and told me she needed my help with her friend’s boyfriend. Said this guy had been yelling at her friend in the hall for half an hour and won’t leave. Being the gentleman I am, and since halftime had just begun, I followed her out into the hallway to investigate.
I walk out there to find this puny wannabe alpha yelling at his “girlfriend” and pointing his finger in her face. Now it might have been because I just watched my beloved dawgs get their asses handed to them by Alabama for the entire first half, or because the sight of this shaggy haired piece of shit unintentionally spitting in his “girlfriend’s” face while whining about her not caring about his feelings was so pathetic and infuriating, but my patience was at an all-time low.
So i walk over to the happy couple, grab this guy by the collar of his shirt and pick him up and pin him against the wall of the hall. I tell him he’s got 10 seconds to leave. He tells me to go fuck myself. Then i feel the mist of his spit hit me in the face. Sloppy drunk. Honestly, i was kinda impressed by this guy’s response.
I had already put the fear of god in him while he was airborne, and I’ve got at least 40 pounds of muscle on this kid. Guess he had to look hard in front of his “girlfriend.” At this point my patience is gone and I decide d that it was to be my duty to whoop this guy’s ass. Hard. I looked around and realized that this is just about the best fight scenario anyone could ask for.
It was inside a building, no cops anywhere, no guys to jump me from behind, and no weapons. The best part is that the girls at the party won’t even think I’m an asshole for laying the mother of all beatings on this clown.
So i start counting. 1…2…3… He’s just standing there looking at me with the blackout drunk glaze over his eyes…4…5…6… i bend down and start tying up my Nikes cause i know its game time…7…8…“What are you really gonna do, man?” the guy stammers. I then stood up and connected with a solid, beautiful right hook. POW right in the kisser.
His eyes rolled back in his head and his knees buckled. He crumpled like a doll. Pathetic. Then he collects himself and gets back up on his feet. I then hit him a few more times. He brought his hands up to try to cover his face. I then threw 3 or 4 uppercuts, all connecting with his nose. He slumped back down to the ground. His nose was touching his ear. Lotta blood starting coming, all over his face and shirt. “Shouldn’t have been talking shit” I said standing over him.
Didn’t even have to take my dip out. Went back to the party and watched the rest of the game. Would have been nice if Georgia came back to win. True story.