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> I grew up in Akron,Ohio,in what my mom and dad say was a nice neighborhood until I entered my teenage years. I was never the type to start shit,but somehow it found me a LOT. One time before school,a kid I thought was a friend hit me in the eye with a snowball loaded with a golf ball sized rock. As soon as school let out,I went to where I knew he would eventually go,and even though I was semi-blinded due to the swelling,I thrashed the guy. The only additonal injury was me breaking my thumb while trying to poke his eye out,holding him in a headlock,he moved and I jammed it into his forehead. As I got older,the neighborhood got rougher,with a lot of older,thug kids running around. Before long,I was forced to deal with multiple attackers,facing 5-1 odds at times,and took my share of beatings,fortunately avoiding any life threatening stuff and gaining knowledge. By the time I was 14,I felt very strongly about my chances with anyone but a grown man one on one. This came to pass when I moved to Tennessee. As the new kid,and a "Yankee" to boot,the local cornfed kids talked shit but never stepped up,not being racist but the black kids always felt they needed to show me who ran things here. I was shocked to see that this group chose to jump me one on one,3 groups of 3 in the first week,all left holding their heads wondering what I hit them with. I used bricks,2 D batteries stuffed into a sock,a trailer hitch ball,whatever I could find if it got out of hand. I was lucky that none of these guys were hardcore enough to brings knives and guns to school,back in the mid-80's these things were never a concern except in the bigger cities. I developed a rep as a bulldog,anyone that jumped me knew they better have eaten their Wheaties that day,because as long as I could breathe or move,I would never quit. I never picked a single fight,and in most cases never threw the first punch,I was taught to bait the opponent into swinging first,avoiding it,then attacking when they were defenseless. In most cases,this worked. The fight that took the desire to fight out of me started over this guy slapping the newspaper out of my hand after football practice. We started behind the fieldhouse,and eventually made our way to the Civil War cemetary almost 1/4 mile away,I hit him probably 5 times as many times as he hit me,but every time he hit me it was HARD,this same kid was bench pressing 330 pounds as a 18 yr old,with borderline great hand speed as well. Some of the bruises didn't show up for 2 weeks,and the concussion lasted a month. How we didn't get arrested or kicked off the football team is still a mystery to me. I was diagnosed with hemophelia as a kid,and it has gradually gotten worse,a nose break now gives me a 50/50 of bleeding to death before I can be gotten to a hospital,and nothing I can do about that. I have been getting some instruction from a couple of general bad asses that also have been certified as Gracie Ju-Jitsu instructors,who have been helping me learn to predict where a punch I can see is coming from,and the best ways to avoid it and retaliate in the most effective manner. Tommy D.
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Remind me to never fuck with you Tommy... [img]/images/graemlins/notworthy.gif[/img]
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> I grew up in Akron,Ohio,in what my mom and dad say was a nice neighborhood until I entered my teenage years. I was never the type to start shit,but somehow it found me a LOT. One time before school,a kid I thought was a friend hit me in the eye with a snowball loaded with a golf ball sized rock. As soon as school let out,I went to where I knew he would eventually go,and even though I was semi-blinded due to the swelling,I thrashed the guy. The only additonal injury was me breaking my thumb while trying to poke his eye out,holding him in a headlock,he moved and I jammed it into his forehead. As I got older,the neighborhood got rougher,with a lot of older,thug kids running around. Before long,I was forced to deal with multiple attackers,facing 5-1 odds at times,and took my share of beatings,fortunately avoiding any life threatening stuff and gaining knowledge. By the time I was 14,I felt very strongly about my chances with anyone but a grown man one on one. This came to pass when I moved to Tennessee. As the new kid,and a "Yankee" to boot,the local cornfed kids talked shit but never stepped up,not being racist but the black kids always felt they needed to show me who ran things here. I was shocked to see that this group chose to jump me one on one,3 groups of 3 in the first week,all left holding their heads wondering what I hit them with. I used bricks,2 D batteries stuffed into a sock,a trailer hitch ball,whatever I could find if it got out of hand. I was lucky that none of these guys were hardcore enough to brings knives and guns to school,back in the mid-80's these things were never a concern except in the bigger cities. I developed a rep as a bulldog,anyone that jumped me knew they better have eaten their Wheaties that day,because as long as I could breathe or move,I would never quit. I never picked a single fight,and in most cases never threw the first punch,I was taught to bait the opponent into swinging first,avoiding it,then attacking when they were defenseless. In most cases,this worked. The fight that took the desire to fight out of me started over this guy slapping the newspaper out of my hand after football practice. We started behind the fieldhouse,and eventually made our way to the Civil War cemetary almost 1/4 mile away,I hit him probably 5 times as many times as he hit me,but every time he hit me it was HARD,this same kid was bench pressing 330 pounds as a 18 yr old,with borderline great hand speed as well. Some of the bruises didn't show up for 2 weeks,and the concussion lasted a month. How we didn't get arrested or kicked off the football team is still a mystery to me. I was diagnosed with hemophelia as a kid,and it has gradually gotten worse,a nose break now gives me a 50/50 of bleeding to death before I can be gotten to a hospital,and nothing I can do about that. I have been getting some instruction from a couple of general bad asses that also have been certified as Gracie Ju-Jitsu instructors,who have been helping me learn to predict where a punch I can see is coming from,and the best ways to avoid it and retaliate in the most effective manner. Tommy D.
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Remind me to never fuck with you Tommy... [img]/images/graemlins/notworthy.gif[/img]
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