15 seconds from a beat down. Phew.

[BYH]

Ragu, will you marry me?

Holy crap! she won the bet!!!! :D :D :D

 

[Sxysprtswrtr]

Ragu, will you marry me?

Holy crap! she won the bet!!!! :D :D :D

What bet?

 

[sportschick]

Ragu, will you marry me?

Holy crap! she won the bet!!!! :D :D :D

I think Ragu is enough older than me to not count in the contest as being my age.

 

[BYH]

Ragu, will you marry me?

Holy crap! she won the bet!!!! :D :D :D

I think Ragu is enough older than me to not count in the contest as being my age.

Even more shocking!

 

[audreyld]

Ragu, will you marry me?

Holy crap! she won the bet!!!! :D :D :D

I think Ragu is enough older than me to not count in the contest as being my age.

But he's an important step in the right direction.

 

[Ace]

Is that all it takes to get the SportsJournalists.com chicks? I'm hitting the construction site tomorrow, spoiling for a fight.

 

[dooley_womack1]

Do remember, Ace, they can't date a corpse.

 

[Flying Headbutt]

Ace, you're neither good enough for the Plain Dealer, nor good enough for the women of SportsJournalists.com.

 

[Songbird]

This story will be told in many social circles with varied degrees of importance. It was an interesting piece of Americana for a few moments. Too bad Ragu can't be a fly on the wall of all the places in which folks involved with rehash the story. I wonder if it got caught on any surveillance camera. What if Ragu hadn't been there? What would the outcome have been?

 

[The Big Ragu]

And that woman WILLLLLLLLLLLL ALWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYS LOVE RAGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!

The real woman they were messing with didn't stick around to tell me how much she loves me. She was long gone by the time the cops broke it up. Someone I just told was outraged that the cops didn't make an arrest--not sure they could have, but these guys seemed mostly concerned about not having to have it turn into work on their part. I think that's where the "Are you out of your ****ing mind?" (which made a girlfriend laugh really hard before) came from. His first thought must have been, "If this jerkoff gets himself hospitalized, I have to type a report!"

Also, I have told the story about five times now. In each version I've gotten more heroic. In the last telling, I was wearing a cape, I bent a steel bar in half in a show of brute strength and the guy **** his pants and ran away.

 

[patchs]

Major props, Ragu.
Now you can take on Nick Saban in a presser.
Seriously, that was a brave and noble deed.

 

[Idaho]

Did you get the woman's number?

 

[shotglass]

If you embellished in later re-tellings ... you earned it, buddy. We need more like you.

 

[User 1019]

Major props, Ragu.
Now you can take on Nick Saban in a presser.
Seriously, that was a brave and noble deed.

Noble deed from a noble steed.

 

[Satchel Pooch]

Good deeds don't count if you tell people about them, Ragu.






:)

 

[Double J]

Ragu, there's no such thing as dirty fighting. When he's that much bigger you gotta do what you gotta do. No one remembers how you beat someone. They'll just remember that cement head got whooped by a toothpick.

Exactly. As Tiger Williams said in his autobiography, there should be no such thing as a fair fight. Someone should have an advantage and they should be using it. It doesn't matter how you get the advantage, as long as you get it.

Except I don't carry a gun and I'm not really as bat**** as I seem.

Start packing the heat. Or one of those collapsible police batons that double in size with a flick of the wrist. Hell, even a can of pepper spray will do.

And act like the biggest psycho you've ever seen or heard of in your life -- start by mumbling into your hand, then progress to eye and head twitches. By the time you're scratching at the imaginary spiders and shouting profane non-sequiturs, odds are your opponent is looking for a way out. If not, hey, you've already psyched yourself up, so just go into screaming banshee mode and do that mother****er in.

P.S. You should be proud of what you did in standing up for that woman and those kids. Kudos. :)

 

[DyePack]

What an afternoon. I went out earlier to buy a bottle of water. Outside the store, a bunch of construction workers were hanging out, smoking and scarfing down food. That's pretty common outside this place, because there is a lot of construction going on in this neighborhood.

This black woman with two young white kids (so it was a safe guess she was a nanny) was trying to walk past these guys who were blocking the whole sidewalk and acting rowdy. I saw this all as I was leaving the store. She said, "Excuse me," really politely, and one of the construction guys, who looked like a cross between Lyle Alzado and Andre the Giant, purposely blocked her way even more. He broke into a creepy smile and said, "How about after you drop the kids off, you come back here for some lunch?" His friends started to laugh. The woman reached back and tried to grab the two kids' hands, so she could get the hell away. But the Andre Alzado guy wouldn't let it go. He unzipped his fly and said something like, "Come back here. I have your lunch." His buddies laughed like hyenas.

That's where dorky me appeared. I had just come out of the store, and I got between him and the woman and in a crackling voice about three octaves higher than normal said something like, "What the hell's the matter with you?" So Andre Alzado turned his attention to me, while this woman got the two kids away. Figuring I was about to get sent to the hospital, I said my piece--except I was yelling at 9600 RPMs, like a guy scared out of his mind. Lyle the Giant started yelling back at me, in even less flattering terms. That went on for close to a minute. People were gathering around. Fifteen seconds more and this guy would have thrown a punch that may have ended my life. He easily had half a foot and 100 pounds on me.

THANKFULLY, before I got my ass kicked up and down the street, two fairly big guys from the pizza place next door and two cops who were in there came out and broke it all up. The construction crew took off, and I got a few pats on the back (and a "Are you out of your ****ing mind?" from one of the cops.)

So if I suddenly disappear from the board one day soon--because there's a chance I will see this guy again--you'll now know why. If that happens, please check all of the local hospitals for John Does who have been mauled beyond recognition.

 

[doubledown68]

If this guy truly did look like Andre Alzado, odds are he was extremly hairy and was sans testicles, thanks to the 'roids. So a knee to the nuts might not have been the best course of action.

However, you did a fantastic deed, and did so without bloodying your piece of 8x12 paper. Good on ya.

 

[The Big Ragu]

And act like the biggest psycho you've ever seen or heard of in your life -- start by mumbling into your hand, then progress to eye and head twitches. By the time you're scratching at the imaginary spiders and shouting profane non-sequiturs, odds are your opponent is looking for a way out. If not, hey, you've already psyched yourself up, so just go into screaming banshee mode and do that mother****er in.

I think you're getting carried away, Double J. I know you think that a guy who crosses the street before the crosswalk sign turns green, and isn't afraid to dodge traffic, is a rebel badass who can go into psycho mode without any effort, but trust me man, I'm really sane. Honest.

 

[Bubbler]

Oh ****. Ragu isn't telling the whole story.

While he was talking big, the sign in front of face said, "Please, sir, don't ****ing hit me." :D

The only time I was ever close to that situation was when I had to kick some football players out my house at Ball State when the excise cops were coming to bust my roommates and my keg party. Their contention was they paid their $2, they get to drink. I told them that was fine, they could enjoy the $150 minor consumption citation if they wanted to stick around, so they bolted AND we kept their money, and cleared everyone one out, so there was no bust.

Not nearly as tense or close to heroic as Ragu's exchange, but I was looking down the barrel of some offensive lineman's guns, and I was easy pickings like Ragu was. Not a good feeling.