LightenJoe wrote:
JWarren:
Somebody on this BBoard asked me for my experience and age and I tried to give it briefly. What are your background, experience, and age?
A fair question, and I'll do my best to answer it objectively and let others draw their own conclusions.
Born in Louisana, reared in rural MS. I am 36 years old.
I went to college and through my undergraduate studies, I got bachelor's degrees in Biology, Philosophy and Religion, and Literature. Years later, I received my Master's in Issues and Crisis Management in Public Relations.
I was a fraternity member in my undergrad years.
After college, I became an Investment manager, and that career path took me to live in New Orleans, Houston, New York City, Orlando, and finally back to MS. It was about a 13 year journey.
I own a private investment management firm with a boutique clientele.
Now, to fill in a few gaps-- as it pertains to this subject matter:
I first began shooting firearms at 7 years old. I bought my first Ar-15 at 15 years old (with parents' supervision.) I got my first revolver when I was 16 years old (again with parents' supervision.)
The first time I was ever put in a position where I had to make a decision regarding firearms in self-defense was to protect my sister. I got home from school earlier than she did, and I was on our front porch waiting for friends to arrive. She stopped her car at our mailbox as she drove up and two men on motorcycles pulled in and quickly grabbed her and threw her to the ground. By the time I was able to respond, they had already ripped her cloths off to the point that she was topless and she fought as they were pulling her pants off. I could hear them laughing.
They stopped laughing when I leveled that AR-15 on them. I kept them laying on the ground in our front lawn until the police came.
The second time was a year later when my sister had an abusive boyfriend. He made the mistake of striking my sister during an arguement I was present for. After I warned him to leave, he threatened me. He was forced to leave a moment later by my Ruger Security Six .357. He was unarmed, but I had no intention of fighting a football player when I was 135 pounds at the time.
The third time involved a strange incident in Orlando. A wanna-be punk decided he would try to pull me out of my jeep because I was "looking his direction" at a stoplight. I rolled up the window. He started beating on it. I couldn't drive off due to bumper-to-bumper traffic. After realizing he was about to break out my window, I rolled it back down. This is when this unarmed man grabbed me by the throat and began to squeeze it. It ended when I brought a Glock 19 to bear. He dove into what I assume was his girlfriend's car and she wove out of traffic and ran the light. I waited for the police at a gas station at the light, and observers collaborated my story. No charges. But they did send a unit to the registered location of the car (a bystander got the tag.)
I put the final one on this thread earlier.
I've not been in that many fist fights outside of the ring. In fact, I have been in two fights where I was a central party. Now, I have broken up MANY fraternity fights, but that is hardly the same.
The first fight was in a bar in my undergrad years. I was drunk and I had it coming to me. A girl who have flirted with me earlier was dancing with a guy and I cut in on them on a dare from my party. Predictably, I got punched in the face. I landed a few as well. Then someone must have poured some water on the bag of freeze-dried bouncer because they were everywhere. We both got tossed out on our butts. After a few minutes, we both realized the girl we fought over had a new romantic interest, and we both felt more the fools that we were. We introduced ourselves and it turns out he was on leave from the Navy. He and I promised the bouncers that we would play nice if they'd let us back in, and they did. He joined our party and it was a fun night.
The second fight was less of a great outcome. It seems that the girl I was dating had a secondary motive to make her former boyfriend jealous. It worked. He came over at an outdoor party with a few friends. Regardless of what you see in the movies, one against a few doesn't work that well. I figured I was about to get the hell beat out of me. I tried to talk my way out of it, and was doing my best to meander towards my car so I could politely leave.
Then I made a BAD mistake. I turned my back to them. About the time I realized how bad of a mistake I made, I gritted my teeth in anticipation for the blow that I knew was coming. As predicted, I was struck in the head with a long-neck beer bottle used as a "club."
This is where it got surreal. It turns out that only the ex-boyfriend attacked. Through instinct, I retaliated and it resulted in his arm being broken along with his jaw. I may have failed to mention that I am a second degree black belt-- and back then I was in pretty good shape.
For some reason, the other three did not advance on me. I kept repeating "I don't want any trouble guys. I'll just go away." as I backed up until my rear hit my bumper. I was in the car and gone very quickly after that.
The girl made up with her boyfriend. Probably out of sympathy for his new condition. They deserve each other.
My observations/learnings/experiences on fighting:
Frat Boys fight fair. Good ole Boys don't.
One of my first lessons about a "fair fight" was in that same town I mentioned above with the beer bottle. I watched a few good ole boys beat down a guy who was from out of town for messing with one's girlfriend. After they got him down, they then beat him with a 2x4. He was put in ICU, but he lived.
Conversely, practically every Thursday night in college, I had to help break up fights with my fraternity and rival fraternities. Typical crap. A lot of drunken sloppy punches and a couple wallowing on the ground like pigs. I got a lot of nice shirts ruined in college.
Fighting in the ring is nothing like fighting on the street.
Fighting in the ring is harder. There are rules you have to follow. And each round last 2 minutes. Matches can go several rounds. Fighting in the ring is about endurance and conserving your energy. Since kicks take up so much energy, you want to get them in as soon as possible in the round while you still have energy. You don't really care if they do any real damage. You just have to get six in per round or you get disqualified. The only real benefit to fighting in the ring is that you learn to take a punch.
If you have a fight on the street that last more than 2 minutes, you have already lost.
I failed to mention my physical attributes.
In High School, I was scrawny. I was 5'7" and weighted 135. I had a 28 inch waist and 40 inch shoulders.
In college, and in my fighting years, I was still 5'7", but I was 155 pounds with a 30 inch waist and 42 inch shoulders.
Today, I am still 5'7" (go figure) and weigh 168. I have a 31 inch waist and 42 inch shoulders.
Only now I have a bad ankle and a torn up right shoulder from kickboxing. I am no where near the shape I was in college from years of working behind a desk. I can defend myself if I need to, but I have very little desire to blow out my ankle or shoulder again.
I'm sure I left out some things that may or may not be relevent, but there I am-- for whatever its worth.
-- John