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My first and only time going to a live fight was one of those “Bad Man” competitions. I was a senior in High School and a classmate who I knew just a little bit was outside the arena when I was going in. I asked if he wanted to site with us, but he said he was fighting. He had entered this thing. He was average size, average build, with a friendly disposition. No fight training at all.
He was a natural badass. He fought and won 5 or 6 times and lost in the final on points and came in 2nd.
I’d see him around after high school and
1. I’d always buy him beers if I’d see him out. and,
2. I made a conscious effort not to run my smart ass mouth when I was in his company.
The moral of the story? I may be (definitely am) a smart ass, but I am not, dear reader, a dumbass.