Damn dude, I'm glad you didn't get hurt. Some people can be real heartless motherfuckers, regardless of alcohol. Fuel that with booze, and you have blood and obituaries just waiting.

Anyways, last fall I had this little fight with a dumb jock. It was last November. Now, I'm usually the complete hippie at the party. Naturally, I arrive around 11:00 PM, after getting completely ripped after work. I pay my five bucks, and get a nice miller light beer poured. It's a great party, I'm really hitting it off with this girl and just chilling with my friends. After about six more beers I'm feeling pretty good, and just chilling with my clique. All of a sudden this big jock comes up and pokes me in the shoulder. Now, I'm only 6'0 and 150 at the time, and he was about 6'3", prolly 200. "What's up man?" "You soccer fairy fag, why are you wearing that disgraceful shit around here?" I was wearing a Manchester United David Beckham Jersey. "Dude, relax, it's a party. You go have fun with your friends, and I'll have fun with mine". He drops his drink, full on shoves me in the chest and I drop my drink on the girl I'm chilling with. "Dude, you don't want to do this." He shoves me again "Fucking pussy." He lights a cigarello, and then proceeds to promptly put it out on my shirt. Not two seconds later I drew back and hit him as hard as I could square on the nose. Plop, he falls to the floor. "FUCK!" My hand heart so much, I thought I had broke it. He got up again, and left. His buddies just kind of left muttering fuck you's and what not. "Don't talk shit if you can't back it up, fag!" I yelled as he left.

That shit pissed me off. That jersey cost me 70 bucks, and it basically got ruined by some jerk who hates soccer. Luckily the girl understood that I involantarily spilled my drink. I had later fall-outs with that same jock, but none like this. He knew not to fuck with me, even though I'm a small guy. That just put me over the edge though. Fucking college.