I'm going to try to remember every detail so that I don't miss anything. It had been years since I've gotten into a fight, me and my wife have been together almost 11 years and I can remember one altercation in that time. In my younger days I fought quite a bit, but was never really planning on fighting again. Disclaimer, when I mention adrenaline dump (Geno) I realize there is no scientific term, if you've ever been in a fight before, you know that rush you get, then a moment later you get stiff and can't move any muscles in your body. The last fight that I got in, this happened and I couldn't throw a punch after the first 60 seconds/
Anyways, my wife works a half saturday, once per year and her and co workers go out after work. This one guy she car pools with shows her extra affection but is harmless. Anyways, they all have a good time, and when everyone leaves the place they are at, he professes his love to her. She says whatever, you're drunk, go sleep it off , I'll call Kevin for a ride. At this point I thought nothing of it, just aggravated that I had to pick her up. About halfway there she calls me crying, he's in the background yelling and screaming at her, saying he''s gonna kick my ass when I get there etc.
OK, so the next 15 minutes, I control my breathing and think about breaking his arms. I don't want to get hit, the dude is like 6'4 and I don't need a black eye. Also, I'm not a talker or a pusher, I'm going in, guns blazing, take names after. I pull in and face my truck in the middle of the parking lot facing out (I'm assuming the cops will be called). I walk in and he's on the phone in the smoking area, here we go. He sees me, hangs up his phone and I blast him in his left eye with a right. He cowers a bit, I can't land another right unless it's to back of his head, and I want to fuck him up. I throe 3 or 4 lefts then grab his head and knee him in the face. He stand up, and I remember thinking "damn this dudes big." I lunge forward and hit him with another right then walk towards the bar to get my wife.
As I'm walking towards the exit, a bus boy says he called the cops, and I hear this prick say 'I'm still right here Kevin,' so I run across the room and give a repeat performance. Then I get in the car, drive a 1/4 mile down the road where I need to U turn, as I'm headed back past the place there are 4 cop cars. I then go to down town Palo Alto and eat a nice dinner. I think I broke my ring finger on my left hand, but no adrenaline dump. I feel that the controlled breathing was what helped.
I don't advocate fighting and rarely even have a disagreement. Also a side note, I didn't see him, but my wife was upset at how bad I fucked him up. She saw a pic of Kos (post GSP) a minute ago and said thats what he looked like. Im guessing it's an exaggeration, but I know he's feeling it. Fighting is a last resort guys, but I had forgotten how fun it can be!