June 15, 2010
Well my friends, I have a story to tell you all....
A couple days ago, I was challenged. Not to a friendly game of horse, not to an online death match on Halo 3, but my patience was challenged.
In a matter of words, someone over stepped their boundaries with me, and I had but a split second to either get physical, or turn the other cheek.
You would be proud of me for what I did. Hell, I am proud of myself. I know what kind of man I am, I know what I can do to a human being with my bare hands. I have extensively trained in martial arts my entire life. Moving from one discipline to another over the years. Tae Kwon Do as a lil guy, wrestling during adolescence, then moving to more advanced training in Shotokan Karate and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.
In a nutshell, I know I could severely injure someone with what I have learned. However, I do not for one second underestimate anyone. You never know who or what you're dealing with when it comes to a stranger. Someone could be a former delta and be able to kill you with one swift blow the nose, driving your broken nose bone into your brain. Stuff like that.
I decided I did not want to get into a fight. The man was older than me, maybe 10 years, maybe 20. I don't know, I'm not good at guessing ages. The guy was very disrespectful towards my girlfriend and I. Hugely. He was out of line and out of his mind. He was obviously from a wealthy background; expensive watch, Ralph Lauren Polo shirt, shirt tucked in, if he wasn't a golfer he was dressing up as one. From the minute I saw this guy (we were having drinks at our favorite bar downtown) I knew he was a complete snob. He just carried himself like a true prick.
We order our drinks and get some seats. We're hanging for a while, talking to friends as they pass through when I decide to go get my forth drink (I do like to get drunk, judge me if you will, but I know my limits) I order, turn around to see the guy with two of his friends talking to my lady. This does not bother me. I am not the jealous or needy type. I actually take it as a compliment when my girl is approached, because I know who's giving it to her when she gets home ;).
I walk back to my seat, mind you, I am in a great mood, and casually say "What's up fellas?" One looks at me, then his attention is back at my girl, the second says "Hey man." The third, says "Can I help you?" I chuckle. I look at all three of them "Golfers." I think to myself. "No you cannot help me. Can I help you? Do you want to grab some chairs and drink with us?" I say. "Not really, but you can leave, we were enjoying her until you came around." the third one said. The other two really stayed quiet. It was evident to me by then that they were 1. Either afraid of him. 2. He was their boss. 3. They were just little wusses with no voices of their own.
In the back of my mind, thoughts of violence swirled. I knew I couldn't disrespect the place I was at. I knew it was potentially going to be three on one. I knew they could have knives on them, I also knew that everyone had a beer bottle. Basically, things could get messy, fast. Trying to stay cool, I ask my girl if she was ready to go. She quickly said "Yes." She knew what was up, she has been with me far too long not to know me by now. The leader then proceeds to say "How about you go and we keep her company." She says something cute and smart like "You wish or whatever" -something girly, by that time I was ready to smash all their faces in.
She gets up, and I tell her everything is fine, but to go to the car and get my cigarettes. She seemed very hesitant, I convinced her it was cool, she goes.
I ask the three of them what their problems are. The two lackeys say NOTHING. It's like they were waiting for their "leader" to talk first. He speaks, asks me what I was going to do if they did have a problem.
(I am not short by no means, but I am not Shaq, I have a respectable build and I am quite agile, even with my lifestyle. The two lackeys were your run of the mill, stack of dimes necked, rich, white, male, golfers. The other was middle aged, maybe 6'2 - 6'3, average build, slight beer gut)
I said "Well, if there is a problem, let's resolve it. I did not like the way you were disrespecting me or my girl friend." (With obscenities after almost every word. )
That's when it happens.
He pushed me.
He pushed me.
But guess what?
I didn't move.
My stance literally did not change.
It felt like a child had pushed me. I wasn't even prepared for it. Granted my body was pumping adrenaline with the thought of fighting, but the push was WEAK.
I knew right then and there I would have literally been able to wipe the floor with this guy. I knew that I would have been able to completely decimate him. I knew that his friends would have been too scared to do anything and that I would have most likely taken them on also. You know when you can gauge someone's strength. You just are able to do that the older you get, especially after being involved with physical activities forever. You just know when someone is weak.
And boy, did he know too. I could tell by the look in his eyes, he realized I would severely beat him. I stared. I stared DEEP into his soul. My body did not move but my eyes were locked on their eyes. The sense of fear was going through his body. Their body language said so too. Their stances, their hands, their entire demeanor, changed.
"You don't want to do this" I said. The now flushed red leader, embarrassed, said something along the lines of "Go ahead and hit me you p*&$%."
I smiled. I then laughed. I told them to have a good night and to drive safe.
I walked away....