No fight at the bar tonight, though things got tense for about 2 minutes, but while walking back, BR and I started talking about the fights we used to get into in college. I’m a little old to be getting into scuffles anymore, but it brought back some great memories. Funny thing - while I was talking to my friend MEA a few weeks ago, she reminded me of some of the great bar fights my rugby team used to have. Thinking on it now, 8+ years later, there was no need for those fights and I probably instigated more than I should have, but those were some fun times. My buddy Matt and I really caused a stir at a rugby tourney at Oxford, OH (Miami University). I never worried about getting arrested or banned from my favorite bar although the possibility was there.
It’s funny how you mature. I am about 8 years removed from my last fight and feel pretty damn good that I have a long track record of pacifism. BR brought up a good point that if the situation came up where a truly worthy cause to fight reared its head, (I don’t know what situation that would be right now) I’d probably do it.
Anyway, this is just more rambling from a half-cocked guy at 1:15am. Peace. Really.
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