out of nowhere, 9 guys (actually they were more like kids) jumped me. My son's team won their travel soccer championships this weekend and at the party at Pizza Hut, my son started to beat up on dad like he often times does. The only difference is this time, he brought back-up. He starts punching me in the mid section while two of his buddies hit the legs. Another one grabs my arm and oh yes, IT'S ON! LOL. Next thing I know, I am tossing bodies everwhere in a thankfully nearly empty resteraunt. Other parenst are standing by laughing while the midget posse from heck is steadily overwhelming the trained MA, lol.
In the end, I had two locked up in my legs, one by the wrist, one in a headlock, and my own son in a modified choke hold. They got their licks in but I think I came out slightly ahead. At one point, my mind raced back to the "How many 5 year olds could you take" thread, lol. It was a great time.
"The greatest way to live with honor in this world is to be what we pretend to be."