Last fistfight I was in I had this older guy, who for years would pick fights with me and whup me, on the ground about to deliver the coup de grace when he had his "peacemaker" brother stop the fight by saying, "he's got a bad heart!". The guy never picked a fight with me after that. Wonder what happened to him?
I fought my next door neighbor once because he came home from camp with a dorky coonskin cap on and he dared me to knock it off him. I did. My sister did. My two boxer dogs did too. Not much of a fighter that kid, but he sure could talk. Joey Falato
I once fought my neighbor too. He made fun of my pet squirrel and racoon. He wanted to make a cap outta my racoon. Kicked his butt all the way to the Boulevard. My mom stopped it by whacking me with Tupperware. Mitchell from "D" St.
Years ago a young punk kid made fun of my "Fresh Crap Today" sign in my store window. So I can't spell, but I did kick that kid's ass with an old mackrel. Max the Fish Man
Last fistfight I had was with one of the safeties on the Blvd. Kid wouldn't wear his safety belt on duty. Not much of a fight really but then again how long did I want to pummel his butt, I was 75 years old you know. Sr. Walter Clare
I remember listenting to a good fight in the back bedroom on D Street...not sure who won, cause the kid was all "lumped up" and I couldn't recognize who it was...sounded good tho.
My brother missed dinner one nite, was busy with a guy on the street..they went all the way down to Freddie Newfeld's house and back...life goes on. That was a good one.
Stood up for a skinny friend one time, in college..fought a wrestler. My nose still "clicks" when I laugh hard. Ruined a good sweater too... Advice: never dive on a wrestler, while in a fight..that's his "turf" ...stay on your feet and "DOUBLE UP THE JAB" and follow with a right...that's your best chance!
Fought a big irish kid next to the china closet..would'a had him, 'cept, it's difficult to get any leverage or push, when your feet are 2 feet in the air. Tried to push off the wall, but my shirt was over my head and I couldn't breathe..cough,spit, gag...just remember lookin' down at his workboots...filthy kid, covered in cement dust...snort,cough!!
Personally, NO! I was never in a fistfight because I would remember my Mother saying: "Little birds in their nest agree--why can't we?" That always diffuses any volatile situation, doesn't it boys?
I remember your Mother tossing that scoundrel off of the porch of the convent in Frankford...she nailed him a good one! Guess it doesn't count as a fight since he just "hi-tailed" it
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Last fistfight I was in I had this older guy, who for years would pick fights with me and whup me, on the ground about to deliver the coup de grace when he had his "peacemaker" brother stop the fight by saying, "he's got a bad heart!". The guy never picked a fight with me after that. Wonder what happened to him?
I fought my next door neighbor once because he came home from camp with a dorky coonskin cap on and he dared me to knock it off him. I did. My sister did. My two boxer dogs did too. Not much of a fighter that kid, but he sure could talk.
Joey Falato
I once fought my neighbor too. He made fun of my pet squirrel and racoon. He wanted to make a cap outta my racoon. Kicked his butt all the way to the Boulevard. My mom stopped it by whacking me with Tupperware.
Mitchell from "D" St.
Years ago a young punk kid made fun of my "Fresh Crap Today" sign in my store window. So I can't spell, but I did kick that kid's ass with an old mackrel.
Max the Fish Man
Last fistfight I had was with one of the safeties on the Blvd. Kid wouldn't wear his safety belt on duty. Not much of a fight really but then again how long did I want to pummel his butt, I was 75 years old you know.
Sr. Walter Clare
I remember listenting to a good fight in the back bedroom on D Street...not sure who won, cause the kid was all "lumped up" and I couldn't recognize who it was...sounded good tho.
My brother missed dinner one nite, was busy with a guy on the street..they went all the way down to Freddie Newfeld's house and back...life goes on. That was a good one.
Stood up for a skinny friend one time, in college..fought a wrestler. My nose still "clicks" when I laugh hard. Ruined a good sweater too... Advice: never dive on a wrestler, while in a fight..that's his "turf" ...stay on your feet and "DOUBLE UP THE JAB" and follow with a right...that's your best chance!
Went 3 rounds with D.Falato once, in front of Morgan's house...ended in a draw...coulda taken her, if it went 6 rounds...
Fought a big irish kid next to the china closet..would'a had him, 'cept, it's difficult to get any leverage or push, when your feet are 2 feet in the air. Tried to push off the wall, but my shirt was over my head and I couldn't breathe..cough,spit, gag...just remember lookin' down at his workboots...filthy kid, covered in cement dust...snort,cough!!
Personally, NO! I was never in a fistfight because I would remember my Mother saying: "Little birds in their nest agree--why can't we?"
That always diffuses any volatile situation, doesn't it boys?
I remember your Mother tossing that scoundrel off of the porch of the convent in Frankford...she nailed him a good one! Guess it doesn't count as a fight since he just "hi-tailed" it
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