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Originally posted by Ronin1069:

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Originally posted by jhe888:
I was in a place one time, and got this on the cell phone:

Oh shit! That may be the greatest thing I’ve seen this year!

Shortest bar fight scene ever.

was with a group of guys going Whitewater rafting,

6-7 of us fell up in this little hole in the wall strip joint/pool hall in Beaver WVa (sugar shack)

lady that ran the place spotted us as tourist and told us all 2 drink minimum,

not a problem as long as we can have more than 2 was the answer

we went into the backroom where the stripper pole was ,
6-7 of us, and 2 locals on the other side,

after a few moments the 2 girls working the runway and pole were paying more attention to us tourist, since were tossing out dollars,

locals were glaring at us, one stood up then sat down,

a few moments later some bouncer dude stopped by to see them while the host brought us another round,

dudes were gone (we were distracted by titties and beer)

when we left, maybe an hour later, local dudes were sitting on the sidewalk, bruised and a bit bloody,

seems the lady did not want the locals beating on us tourists, so the locals got mouthy and got a beat down,

Witnessed an epic bar fight in Bremerhaven, Germany in '91. It was literally like a scene out of a movie with the whole damn place fighting each other, braking chairs over heads, smashing bottles over heads, it was utter chaos. I never really understood exactly what went down....managed to crawl out unscathed.

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Originally posted by JALLEN:
All these stories are amazing.

I played in a polka band for years, dances where there might be 600 couples, back when Texas was a bring your own bottle state, lots of beer drinkers, some teens, some oldsters, too. In more than 5 years, hundreds of these all over Texas from Laredo to Dallas, San Antonio to Houston, there was never a single fight. Most halls had one or more uniformed deputies on hand but no trouble.

Um....it's polka.....like expecting the Bubble man to take a swing at one of his singers.

Or Mr. Roger's choking out Mr. Mcfeely...

One of my own involved me hiding under the table with bar girls in TDC S. Korea, I was short and saw no reason to end up on the blotter.....still got hit, hit someone with a table and luckily was ushered out the back by the girls.

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Originally posted by JALLEN:
All these stories are amazing.

I played in a polka band for years, dances where there might be 600 couples, back when Texas was a bring your own bottle state, lots of beer drinkers, some teens, some oldsters, too. In more than 5 years, hundreds of these all over Texas from Laredo to Dallas, San Antonio to Houston, there was never a single fight. Most halls had one or more uniformed deputies on hand but no trouble.

I bet you have a Myron Floren poster? MG

My three brothers and my cousin got into a big bar fight on a St. Patrick's day ~35 years ago. I wasn't around (I was in the USAF at the time, and away from home). Occasionally, when I'm together with my brothers, I ask them about it. It's an entertaining story.

I was sort of in (under) a bar fight... on a bus.

A friend's parents spent a bit time at a local bar that did lots of outings as a group. I got invited to go along on a group trip to a major league baseball game. The bar was owned by a man with three sons. Two by birth, one adopted. Well apparently after a long day at the ballpark, many beers, 20 plus years of animosity came spilling out on the charter bus in the form of yelling, cursing and repeated fisticuffs. As I recall there were 3 or 4 seperate exchanges of pushing and punches, spread out over the hour long drive. All of them happening directly over top of my friend and I who could do little more than cover up and try not to get hit.

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Originally posted by midwest guy:

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Originally posted by JALLEN:
All these stories are amazing.

I played in a polka band for years, dances where there might be 600 couples, back when Texas was a bring your own bottle state, lots of beer drinkers, some teens, some oldsters, too. In more than 5 years, hundreds of these all over Texas from Laredo to Dallas, San Antonio to Houston, there was never a single fight. Most halls had one or more uniformed deputies on hand but no trouble.

I bet you have a Myron Floren poster? MG

I don’t have a poster, but I did play tuba for Floren at Wurstfest several years back in the day. He played with a drummer and me.

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Originally posted by bendable:
btw , all 25 fights were over some woman,
only one fight was not

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Fun fact:
after at least 2 dozen bar fights ,
Ive never seen one, that didn't involve a female, every single time some female had a large part in the mess

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Originally posted by cas:
Bar fight... as one to avoid both, I was going to say no.

But I remembered being "in" a bus fight. In as in underneath. It was a bus trip to a ball game from a local bar, so it was almost a bar fight. The bar owner had three sons, two biological and one adopted. Well after many drinks at the stadium, apparently 20 or so years animosity came pouring out, brother against brother, a confligration of historic levels. There were at least four separate exchanged of punches between these three guys over the course of the trip, every time directly over my friend and I. It was all we could do to cover our heads and try not to get hit. They'd break them up and 15-20 minutes later they'd be cursing and punch again. How we managed to not get seriously hurt in the mix is beyond me.

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Originally posted by cas:
I was sort of in (under) a bar fight... on a bus.

A friend's parents spent a bit time at a local bar that did lots of outings as a group. I got invited to go along on a group trip to a major league baseball game. The bar was owned by a man with three sons. Two by birth, one adopted. Well apparently after a long day at the ballpark, many beers, 20 plus years of animosity came spilling out on the charter bus in the form of yelling, cursing and repeated fisticuffs. As I recall there were 3 or 4 seperate exchanges of pushing and punches, spread out over the hour long drive. All of them happening directly over top of my friend and I who could do little more than cover up and try not to get hit.

... Is there an echo in here?

(This is what happens when someone bumps a thread that's over a year old. )

I shoulda had my butt handed to me too many times and I can't explain why it never happened. Probably would have done me some good. Last fight I had I'm about twenty, my brother came at me, I split his lip, fight over.

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Originally posted by midwest guy:

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Originally posted by JALLEN:
All these stories are amazing.

I played in a polka band for years, dances where there might be 600 couples, back when Texas was a bring your own bottle state, lots of beer drinkers, some teens, some oldsters, too. In more than 5 years, hundreds of these all over Texas from Laredo to Dallas, San Antonio to Houston, there was never a single fight. Most halls had one or more uniformed deputies on hand but no trouble.

I bet you have a Myron Floren poster? MG

I don’t have a poster, but I did play tuba for Floren at Wurstfest several years back in the day. He played with a drummer and me.

. I was subjected to him and the rest of L Welks cast as a young boy by my paternal grandfather ! MG

I worked in a bar, so yeah, a few times.

Also was the judge of a wet t-shirt contest, but that's a different thread. . .

I've witnessed several bar fights in my younger years, but never been in one.

However, my house in college used to throw a 20+ keg party every fall, and I worked the door several years. I had been hitting the weight room 5 days a week and had went from 170 to 195. One of the guys who grew up in the area was a dumbass and put a guy on the guest list who was known for getting in fights at parties and he was about 225 lbs of muscle. Sure enough, he started a fight and one guy got him to the stairwell (stairs going up) and I joined in trying to pull him up the stairs and out the side door (side door was 4 steps above ground level which is important for late in story). He locked his arms on the walls and legs on the steps and the two of us couldn't budge him. Fortunately, one of the guys in the house was an athletic training major currently on a football rotation, had befriended several players, and we had several linemen in attendance. One of the linemen was a 6'-7", 320 lb sophomore (still growing) saw what was happening, picked the guy up like a football, carried him up the flight of stairs, and threw him out the side door like a Frisbee. Dude must've flown 15 to 20 feet before landing hard and wisely decided not to go back for seconds.