Anyone ever seen a real bar fight? Not 2 drunk guys pushing each other. What happened in the fight you saw?

Question

Anyone ever seen a real bar fight? Not 2 drunk guys pushing each other. What happened in the fight you saw?

Answer 1

Was a commisioned deputy sheriff in Oceania.  The usual suspects drank at a windward bistro called 'Tradewinds'.

It was built atop bombed-out Japanese pillbox which accounted for the rough concrete slab flooring underfoot.

The North wall was never installed to vent the tropical heat.

There were no tables, just a scattering of chairs between

coconut palms & stand-up countertop that extended from east to west wall.  The beer was generally chilled bottles

of American, Australia, Philippine, or New Zealand.  Wine

was red or white & usually Spanish.  The fighting tended to occur in early evening & frequently spilled outside to better swing the furniture.  Molokai Hawaiians, in my opinion, were

most pugnacious followed next by Dixieland white trash.  

My experiences tended to involve thrusting rude end of my hardwood baton into a solar plexus, whacking kneecaps, generally followed by twisting arms so handcuff could be snapped around wrist.  Blows to skull were avoided as the magistrate was always prissy toward me when presented with black eyes, broken noses, purple cheekbones, missing teeth, or split lips (yes, [laughter] I've still got all my teeth) .  

The jail was small & built mainly to sober its occupants prior to their day in court.  When a felony arrest was made the suspect(s) were sent to Guam for trial.  All others had one of three misdemeanor trial verdicts.  Not guilty, guilty & pay the court fine of XXXX, or guilty & to be held in custody until the next scheduled outbound flight to country of origin.  I was not

obliged to employ a firearm in these brawls.  Only rarely did

weapons other than chair legs or long neck bottles appear &

these were always belt knives of seamen off visiting vessels.

This pointed display tended to stop fights but produced loud

howls of "Bad form laddy - hop it!  Here come d' coppers!"

Answer 2

I HAVE! this one guy started getting mad at the waitress ((a friend of my moms)) because she told them to calm down after they started throwing ice, playing around. well, he got mad at her and she got defensive. she said 'you have no reason to talk to a lady like that! you don't even know me!" and he made the next mistake of pushing her ((once again in front of friends-this is a local bar so everyone is really close, these were new guys)). and some guy comes in and says "Don't EVER push a woman like that!" and they started fighting and the next thing we knew they were all over the place, hurting eachother... and then, get this!, the guy who tried to stand up for the waitress, got his ear bit off by the "bad guy" hahaha OFF! it was nasty!

Answer 3

I've been in several bar fights just like in the movies...

In my old five-man rock band...we'd play pretty "tough" roadhouse gigs, with bikers and such...

And if a member of the audience copped an attitude about us "flirting" with their girlfriends on stage while we were playing (we did that a lot on purpose...we loved pissing off idiot redneck boyfriends) and they did something like throw an empty beer bottle or whatever...

We'd all dive off the stage swinging our instruments and fists as weapons, and then laugh about our black eyes, fat lips, cauliflower ears, and cuts and bruises in general after the show...

We considered in a competition to see who could hurt and get hurt the most...

God I miss those fun and happy days...

Sorta...'(now that I'm older and have health-care....I don't want to have to use that "health-care," if you know what I mean...(wink)...

Crash! Bam! Thunk! Wham! Ha! Gotcha! You mutha'...

Answer 4

My goodness...reading these other answers is better than a book!!

Answer 5

I saw a guy and his wife fighting while I was bartending (I was 8 mos pregnant).  It started out verbal and then he grabbed her around the throat and threw her into the wall.  A few of my customers seperated them and kept them seperate.  I took the guy outside to send him home and tell him to leave her alone for now and try to work things out when he was sober.  He stuck around for about 30 minutes and kept calling the bar phone and her phone.