I’m going to give you guys a piece of advice from some training I had in the army. Once you’re fighting hand to hand with more than 2 people against you, you’re toast. Doesn’t matter how big you are unless the people you are fighting are toddler sized. You can put up a fight and maybe hurt a few of them but once they have your limbs you can’t really react anymore.
With this in mind you probably don’t want to resist arrest in court surrounded by multiple bailiffs and marshals, even if you are the size of The Mountain.
This is true unless the people are total idiots and no committed to taking you out. I used to hang out with a complete ass who was constantly getting into altercations. He could throw a punch. He’d get all these guys lined up shoving him and just drop one if them. There was one time when a guy got back up and came at him and that turned into a headlock and three punches.
The difference here is an experienced street fighter against a bunch of green college boys.
He would let bouncers handle him and kick him out, etc.
I also had a cousin who had rep as a fighter and jumped a lot. He could handle three guys too, same idea. Take one out fast
Me? Total wimp. I was always so relived when I didn’t have to do anything but act like I’d back someone up. :)
Well, it’s a long story but we had other things in common and were both pretty young dudes thrown together by circumstance. As he got older he turned into a mean drunk (just to other men, he was a real charmer with the ladies and as far as I know didn’t take that home with him but that would make him unique among others I’ve known like that so I could be wrong).
We drifted apart after we stopped working together then he showed up out of the blue at my apartment one night really late (I didn’t have a phone at the time ), sold me a good fly rod, smoked my stash, and flew to another continent the next morning. I haven’t heard from him in almost 30 years. :)
Cool story! You definitely don’t sound like my ex. He’d definitely smoke all my stash but won’t go pond fishing, let alone fly fishing. I will though. Let’s go!
I’m going to give you guys a piece of advice from some training I had in the army. Once you’re fighting hand to hand with more than 2 people against you, you’re toast. Doesn’t matter how big you are unless the people you are fighting are toddler sized. You can put up a fight and maybe hurt a few of them but once they have your limbs you can’t really react anymore.
With this in mind you probably don’t want to resist arrest in court surrounded by multiple bailiffs and marshals, even if you are the size of The Mountain.
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I just wrote a similar thing because I was too lazy to read this. This is correct.
Sir, are you calling Bruce Lee a liar?
Everyone except the ghost of Bruce Lee is included in my statement.
This is true unless the people are total idiots and no committed to taking you out. I used to hang out with a complete ass who was constantly getting into altercations. He could throw a punch. He’d get all these guys lined up shoving him and just drop one if them. There was one time when a guy got back up and came at him and that turned into a headlock and three punches.
The difference here is an experienced street fighter against a bunch of green college boys.
He would let bouncers handle him and kick him out, etc.
I also had a cousin who had rep as a fighter and jumped a lot. He could handle three guys too, same idea. Take one out fast
Me? Total wimp. I was always so relived when I didn’t have to do anything but act like I’d back someone up. :)
You sound like my ex 😂. I used to defend him until I actually heard him instigating, and guess what happened when I told him he was on his own?
Well, it’s a long story but we had other things in common and were both pretty young dudes thrown together by circumstance. As he got older he turned into a mean drunk (just to other men, he was a real charmer with the ladies and as far as I know didn’t take that home with him but that would make him unique among others I’ve known like that so I could be wrong).
We drifted apart after we stopped working together then he showed up out of the blue at my apartment one night really late (I didn’t have a phone at the time ), sold me a good fly rod, smoked my stash, and flew to another continent the next morning. I haven’t heard from him in almost 30 years. :)
Cool story! You definitely don’t sound like my ex. He’d definitely smoke all my stash but won’t go pond fishing, let alone fly fishing. I will though. Let’s go!
Haha :)
You missed the video of the dude resisting and dragging 2 cops and still getting on his atv and driving off as they try to pull him off the vehicle.
https://youtu.be/sGD0krK7oBo?si=4pWxJPR_A2US1ObZ