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Joshua Steimle, MWI - Entrepreneure Fights
Joshua Steimle , MWI
The last fight I was in occurred in 1980. My opponent? Micah Lachman. The cause? He took the wooden block I was going to sit on during our kindergarten lunch...or maybe I took it from him, I'm not quite sure anymore. But it quickly turned into a scuffle that involved a three-foot space filled with uppercuts and pulled hair. I remember the hair-pulling specifically because Micah had a lot of curly hair that was easy to get a grip on.
I don't remember if any of those uppercuts actually connected with anything, and I think Micah and I were friends again within a day or two, but to this day that's the only fistfight I've been in. I guess I'm a pretty mellow guy, and I don't even smoke weed.
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Ryan Coombs, Audio Archives
This fight is the current holder of the Billy Barty Memorial Belt.
As embarrassing as it is, I'll disclose one of the most humiliating and recent brawls of my life. Keep in mind that I am as thin as a twig and have a bigger mouth than the average thin fellow.
While rollin with the High School homboys in 1997 - American Fork on the Alpine Highway - I was driving my Dad's Corolla when an unnamed jerk-off was following me a little too closely; you know the type. After tapping on my brakes to demonstrate my agitation, the guy swerved to miss me and nearly hit a parked car. This is where we reach R rated material, so proceed with caution. To say the least, tempers raged, a chase ensued, and I found myself in quite the predicament.You would think that your homies will always back you up, but I learned that sometimes they don't. Rather than getting into a fatal car wreck from the chase, I pulled over because I could see two people in the car behind me, and there were four of us. Mind you, before pulling over I clearly stated "Are you guys ready to fight?" and they all responded in the affirmative with a manly grunt. After exiting my car I was rushed by a guy twice my size and we went to verbal blows about how idiotic eachother was. Oh - and the 2nd person was his girlfriend who stayed in the car. So my 3 guys are around me and jerk-off when he pushed me first (more than likely because of my mouth). And the FIGHT was on! I made the mistake of turning to the side and throwing my glasses off (they're expensive and I didn't want glass shards in the eye!) - at that precise moment he got the first cheap jab at my jugular. I lost all oxygen, grabbed my throat because I thought he punctured it, and then he caught be with a left jab to my jaw, a rightie to my eye, and another rightie to the top of my head that put me to the ground (I know you are asking, like I was - where are my boyz?). While down, he got in two more punches (one of which was to my jaw again - still have a hard time eating) and at that point my late wingman kicked him in the gut to get him off of me. Jerk-off bolted for his car and I was ready for serious blood. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a boulder the size of softball that I wanted to put through his head or the windshield, but knew that if I went for it I wouldn't get a punch in. So I ran straight for him, but was too late. He jumped in his car, and sped off in my direction - swerving to hit me on his way out!
As you can imagine, it was interesting ride home having lost faith in my fellas, was completely mangled (luckily didn't get hit right in the adam's apple), and didn't even get a punch in. I lived, however, with a sick bruise on the throat for a few weeks and a jaw problem that lasts today. That bastard. Should have gone for the rock - he would have run me over!
Ryan Coombs, Audio Archives
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Jared Van Orden, Synergy Partners
The most memorable fight I have had was back in 1999 when I was a walk on for the Eastern Michigan Basketball team. Picture a situation where a skinny 6'6" kid comes onto a team with all brothers. This was my shot a Division 1 basketball, so I was not about to be intimidated.
Luckily, most of the fellas were hospitible and gave me a chance, but a few were not to happy I was there. I think it was mainly because I was playing well and they knew there spot was up in the air.
One pick up game, I have a 6'8" power forward guarding me and this guy is thick. No fat just straight muscle. I start running him off of screens and nailing treys on him and he starts to get pissed. He starts to get physical and throw elbows, so I just use it to my advantage to blow by him. Then, we are running down the floor and he tries to trip me. At this point I'm thinking, either you throw down now and send a message or this is going to continue all season. I reached back as he got closer an stay close so he can't fully wind up and I try to get in cheat shots where I can. I got him in a head lock and took him down. Ohhh crap, now what! What did I get myself into. He starts nailing me. It felt like forever, but the other players finally pull us apart.
I had no problems after that and the idiot and I became decent friends.Jared Van Orden, Synergy Partners
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Nathan Black, Equal Media
It’s like a switch that immediately opens the doors into peoples hearts and minds. Want to understand more about a person? Flip the bird and see what happens.
I don’t know why the guy picked me to share his knowledge with, but he gave me the sign. Being a fairly skilled communicator and ever ready to extend myself- I returned the favor. You could feel the love. We had connected in a way that made the buddies with me in the VW Bug a little bit uncomfortable. My partner in dialogue was so enthralled with the reaction that he and his cronies followed us closely, bumping us with their El Camino and shouting, “We want to network!” Something like that.
The boys in the Bug were less keen on meeting in real life than I, and decided that it would be better to drive away nonchalantly at first and then, at the right moment- like a bat out of hell. That’s where round one stopped.
The bell for round two rang the following day at precisely 11:45am. We flooded the halls and set up camp in the lunch room. I sat with my back to the cafeteria at one of those tables that fold out of the wall. I had just peeled the wrapper from the first of three ice cream sandwiches when someone grabbed me by the back of the neck hard.
“D’you flip me off!?” came the gruff querry. I could tell from his body language, the grip on my neck, and the tone in his voice that he was angry. Angry about the bird. A little annoyed by the harsh treatment I stood up with my legs pinned under the table by the fold-out bench and countered, “Come on!” as I nocked his arm away.
This was where I really got to understand how he felt. He grabbed my throat and started punching me in the face. Off balance, thanks to those damn fold outs, I went down to the floor, amongst the over-boiled corn kernels and wet napkins. He jumped on top of me and continued his onslaught to the head. I managed to knock off his glasses. (I wasn’t about to break the rule about not hitting a guy with glasses on.) But that was where it ended. One of my so-called friends finally pulled him off of me and the discussion was over. Lucky for me, we both got detention.
One of the neat things about the more visceral form of communication that we know as fighting is that you really remember the details. Who needs a Palm after you’ve had a go like that. I’ve got the guy as a connection on linkedin if anyone wants to meet him.Nathan Black, Equal Media
PS It appears as though the drunken rants that my friend was submitting to connections on linked-in got him removed. Here's a different page about him:
http://dor.hbs.edu/fi_redirect.jhtml?facInfo=bio&facEmId=mporter&loc=extn
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