A few years back a guy I knew from just being around asked if I’d come out to a bar where he was going to be playing music with a few other people. I obliged, and that’s how I ended up at a redneck bar. This is the story of how an innocuous decision to hang out for an hour or so turns out to be the wrong choice.
I am minding my own business making fun of the music that was playing. It was country rock covers. I, being who I am, mumble something about country music and Kenny Chesney being awful. These two gentlemen at the end of the bar overheard this and approached. Well, this was something of a sacrilege, bad mouthing their chosen taste in music. Me doing so gave them the bright idea to make me pay for the sin I had committed. I, never knowing when not to be a smart ass said, “I am sorry. I wouldn't have said anything if I knew you had crush on the guy.” This sent Captain Camouflage into a rage. The quickest way to start a fight with a guy in camo is to question his sexuality. He throws a punch, I duck, he lunges past my shoulder line. I react, elbow him in the back of the neck, stomp on the back of his knee, and put him down on the ground. His buddy, Tons of Fun in the Lynard Skynard shirt, steps up and tries taking a swing. I walk into his punch, I am at close range and it lessens the blow. (That’s a tip you should take to heart. That’s why boxers can take so many to the head and keep going.) He hits me, I pull back, and he recoils to try and give it another go. I move in with a left. He's trying to come back with another right. He sees my left and it distracts him. He abandons his offense to block my left. He never sees my right hand coming up straight between his throat and jaw line. Uppercut, I get a solid hit.
The bouncers now realize there is a fight. I figure I better get out of here but I didn't want this guy jumping me when I turned. With a quick thought, I cracked him in the face. Left straight to the bridge of his nose. He falls over a bar chair. People I didn't know held the other guy to the floor because they saw who started it. The cops come as we are leaving/getting thrown out. The police arrest the camo guy and send the fat guy to hospital to get checked out. I get to go home because it was self-defense and the bouncers backed me up on it. I ended up with a nasty bruise on the side of my head the next day but I wasn't in jail and I didn't have to pay my tab. Small price to pay I guess.
I thought I would share my bar fight story with you because I know how you enjoy a good bar fight.
I am minding my own business making fun of the music that was playing. It was country rock covers. I, being who I am, mumble something about country music and Kenny Chesney being awful. These two gentlemen at the end of the bar overheard this and approached. Well, this was something of a sacrilege, bad mouthing their chosen taste in music. Me doing so gave them the bright idea to make me pay for the sin I had committed. I, never knowing when not to be a smart ass said, “I am sorry. I wouldn't have said anything if I knew you had crush on the guy.” This sent Captain Camouflage into a rage. The quickest way to start a fight with a guy in camo is to question his sexuality. He throws a punch, I duck, he lunges past my shoulder line. I react, elbow him in the back of the neck, stomp on the back of his knee, and put him down on the ground. His buddy, Tons of Fun in the Lynard Skynard shirt, steps up and tries taking a swing. I walk into his punch, I am at close range and it lessens the blow. (That’s a tip you should take to heart. That’s why boxers can take so many to the head and keep going.) He hits me, I pull back, and he recoils to try and give it another go. I move in with a left. He's trying to come back with another right. He sees my left and it distracts him. He abandons his offense to block my left. He never sees my right hand coming up straight between his throat and jaw line. Uppercut, I get a solid hit.
The bouncers now realize there is a fight. I figure I better get out of here but I didn't want this guy jumping me when I turned. With a quick thought, I cracked him in the face. Left straight to the bridge of his nose. He falls over a bar chair. People I didn't know held the other guy to the floor because they saw who started it. The cops come as we are leaving/getting thrown out. The police arrest the camo guy and send the fat guy to hospital to get checked out. I get to go home because it was self-defense and the bouncers backed me up on it. I ended up with a nasty bruise on the side of my head the next day but I wasn't in jail and I didn't have to pay my tab. Small price to pay I guess.
I thought I would share my bar fight story with you because I know how you enjoy a good bar fight.
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