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Posted by Tom Pappas --Previous Message--
on 5/23/2001, 4:07 pm
Dave, you should know. You know everything and have a great way of explaining why my questions, which are intended to be thought provoking, always seem to be stupid. The only thing you don't know about is how to stop a takedown as you demonstrated when we were in class one day and I threw you down like a one legged b###h in heat (only because you thought you could stop it). As you know, I always post in a friendly manner but your condescending tone is getting really ####ing annoying.
: Tom, how are we supposed have any thoughts on
: what the guy did wrong?
: : This is why I continually
: emphasize the importance of preparing
: specifically for the street.
: What your asking is like specifically
: training for an automobile accident. I
: could follow you around, and jump out and
: attack you every day of the week.
: Eventually you would always be ready for
: me and know how to defeat me. One day a
: different guy jumps out and you get beat
: up. You can train to decrease the odds,
: but you can't prepare for what you don't
: know.
: Be smart, be aware, and have common sense. No
: not "words of wisdom", just a
: mindset.
:
: --Previous Message--
: The following is a story I pulled off another
: martial arts forum. This guy thought his
: martial arts training would be more
: effective in a street encounter (he ended
: up winning but seriously hurt at the same
: time). This is why I continually
: emphasize the importance of preparing
: specifically for the street. After
: reading it tell me your thoughts on what
: the guy did wrong, other than getting into
: the fight in the first place.
: Guy from other forum writes as follows: : I
: fought a guy as a result of a traffic
: argument. I honked my horn at him to warn
: him that he couldn't turn left. He stuck
: his middle finger out the window at me, so
: I pointed at the 'no left turn' sign above
: him. He flipped me off again. So I flipped
: him off. He got out of his car (this is on
: a 6 lane city boulevard mind you) and
: started walking toward me. I remembered my
: first lesson in car self-defense. I got
: out of my car quickly before he reached my
: window thus putting me on equal ground,
: and stood there belly to belly with him
: and asked him what the #### he was gonna
: do about me. He said I was a ####ing prick
: etc... So, I said "listen ####er, we
: gonna fight right here in the middle of
: the road, or you wanna pull over and
: settle this like professionals?"
: I followed him to a parking lot a few blocks
: away. He parked, and I pulled up behind
: him, removed my watch and sunglasses, got
: outta the car and asked no questions, just
: started swinging.
: I started by thai kicking him a couple times
: as he was flailing away with his fists. We
: clinched, and I was belting him hard with
: short punches. He kept swinging wildly
: like Tank Abbott. He was a tough SOB! So,
: I doubleleg him, cause I thought there was
: no way I could knock this guy out, but I
: needed to control the fight so I wouldn't
: sustain damage. Got him down and mounted
: him. I started throwing elbows down hard
: (I actually had the presence of mind to
: save my knuckles)
: He absorbed one hell of a beating. The
: problem was that he reached up and eye
: gouged me badly. I couldn't see, and there
: was blood spurting out of my upper nose
: area. He had long sharp fingernails I
: deduced later.
: I let him up, probably somewhat out of my own
: panic, and he came at me again. (This guy
: was a ####ing psycho-monster) I laid into
: him with a mean thai kick that buckled him
: and I think broke his leg.
: 30-40 people were gathered around by this
: time, so I took off in my car. I got home,
: looked in the mirror, and my upper face
: looked like it was ripped wide open.
: It was an hour or two after I left the
: emergency room with 23 stitches that my
: plight sunk in. I felt deep shame and
: guilt for what had happened. I had to go
: to my professional office job the next day
: with bandages, and battle scars. I had to
: shampoo the blood out of the seats in my
: car. I also had to make up lie after lie
: to people who asked me what happened to my
: face. The worst part though was realizing
: that I could have been killed or maimed. I
: thought I was a pretty good fighter, but
: the ring experience doesn't prepare you or
: count for much when some street thug who
: outweighs you by 30-40 lbs or so, and is a
: complete redneck loser with nothing to
: lose attacks and wants to kill you. He
: easily could have pulled a knife out and
: stabbed my 60 times and left me dead in a
: pool of blood.
: The moral of this story is that Jeff did the
: right thing here whether he knows it or
: not. As far as feeling like a wimp, I
: would take that feeling anyday above the
: absolute feeling of self-horror I endured
: for 6 months after my incident.
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