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What are good friends for....


Correct. ALWAYS have your brother's backs. Not negotiable.

Now ... there may be words afterwards ("So exactly what the F were you thinking, dumbass! Don't do that again - my face and my hands hurt from defending you out there. Have I called you a dumbass lately, because you're a dumbass!"), or maybe that's just MY dumbass friends.
 
Correct. ALWAYS have your brother's backs. Not negotiable.

Now ... there may be words afterwards ("So exactly what the F were you thinking, dumbass! Don't do that again - my face and my hands hurt from defending you out there. Have I called you a dumbass lately, because you're a dumbass!"), or maybe that's just MY dumbass friends.

That guy flying through the air is so badass that i'd be buying him drinks for the rest of his life...
 

Fuck yeah. Had an incident at West Port in KC. Walking down the street when 3 guys bigger than me walked up to me and my buddy basically told us they were going to beat the crap out of us. Never seen the guys. My buddy was a little guy who can't fight his way out of a wet paper bag. They start getting aggressive and I'm trying to talk sense into them before we get worked. All of the sudden I hear behind me "Let's make this a fair fight". Turn around to see 2 Guys who were walking behind us down the street that saw the whole thing. And they were good sized guys. Amazing how the mood changed. The 3 guys tucked tail and beat feet.
 
Fuck yeah. Had an incident at West Port in KC. Walking down the street when 3 guys bigger than me walked up to me and my buddy basically told us they were going to beat the crap out of us. Never seen the guys. My buddy was a little guy who can't fight his way out of a wet paper bag. They start getting aggressive and I'm trying to talk sense into them before we get worked. All of the sudden I hear behind me "Let's make this a fair fight". Turn around to see 2 Guys who were walking behind us down the street that saw the whole thing. And they were good sized guys. Amazing how the mood changed. The 3 guys tucked tail and beat feet.
I can't imagine being an adult and getting in a fight, but maybe it's because I'm very physically weak
 
I’m confused by this video. It looks to me like the guy getting pummeled on the ground gets up and starts swinging at one of the guys that saved him.

Also, do we know if the big guy is still alive? His head smacked the ground hard.
 
I’m confused by this video. It looks to me like the guy getting pummeled on the ground gets up and starts swinging at one of the guys that saved him.

Also, do we know if the big guy is still alive? His head smacked the ground hard.
That's accurate. The guy looks at him like wtf are you doing? I just saved your ass.
 
I’m confused by this video. It looks to me like the guy getting pummeled on the ground gets up and starts swinging at one of the guys that saved him.

Also, do we know if the big guy is still alive? His head smacked the ground hard.
Adrenaline makes it tough to discern what's happening in fight or flight mode
 
Went to Oktoberfest in Hays, KS one year. Few buddies and I drank the whole way there, about a 2.5 hour drive, and continued when we got there. I was in pretty rough shape, and should have gotten pummeled myself later in the night. Was at a house party, guys that rented it were from a neighboring town near my hometown. Walk in, and I see this piece of shit. (Basically, the dude called me once and left me a voicemail saying he was going to fuck my sister). So I see this fuck sitting on the couch, walked up to him, slapped the beer out of his hand and told him to get up, he did and I laid him out, and was swarmed by the house and hauled outside...luckily, they didn't just whoop my ass, because it was a lot of dudes vs me, but they asked what the fuck, I told them, and they were like oh...well...fuck that guy then. I stayed and got hammered, and they booted that piece of shit.

Fast forward a year or so later, in college at a house party, this dude and his crew role up to a party I'm at, and they want to whip my ass. One guy sucker punches me, then jumps on me, threw him off, hit him, and out of the corner of my eye, I see my buddy, who was a fat portly lineman, flies over and punts this kid across the floor, and they scurry away.
 
I was at a banking conference in San Diego this week.

Saw a vendor from one of the companies getting into a street brawl in the Gaslamp Dist at 12:30 in the morning. Saw him the next day at his booth acting like nothing happened. Weird shit...
 
And thus began your love affair with corching hogmollies.
Well, I was a buffet buster myself. Played OG/DE in high school. Recruiter saw me play basketball at the state tournament and wanted me as a TE. Played TE in college for a bit, they moved me back to OG, which was a hell of a lot more fun. At least for me it was. And now coached OL for 18 years.
 
I can't imagine being an adult and getting in a fight, but maybe it's because I'm very physically weak
We had no interest in fighting. Just walking down the street and 3 guys walk up to us. But would have had no choice but to have fought if they started swinging. I've been in violent industries so use to the fight game, but by no means am I tough. I'm good at taking a punch but not a great striker. My go to move to get out of a fight is to look at an aggressive person and smile while telling them I will give them the first punch. Gotta put some conviction behind it. First punch is yours and then I'm gonna finish it quickly. Amazing how many times that has scared people from wanting to fight me.

Toughest person I ever worked with was a guy from outside of Boston, a shitty town called Haver Hill. He played small college football as a DB & WR. Played both ways until he literally broke a bone in his back. Still got a couple offers to go to NFL Camps because as he said "he was the fastest white boy in the New England area". Kid had wheels and ridiculous strength for his size. True freak athlete at 5-11 about 175. I watched him fight numerous times and he'd let the guy just hit him until he saw his opening then would go in and end it quickly. Choke them out or throw a big knock out blow. One time I watched as a guy hit him a dozen times in the face and then when they kid threw the 13th punch he ducked it while literally picking the guy up and holding him over his head. Looked like a move from the WWF. He could have just thrown the guy down on the parking lot and probably knocked him out or worse. If he was born 10-15 years later he probably would have been an MMA Fighter. His quickness, strength and unbelievable pain threshold would have been perfect for MMA. Pain don't hurt.
 
When I was a young aggresive kiddo I’d always end up in fights because Iiked to talk shit as a hobby. So I’d end up in a lot of fights. I can’t punch for shit. But I did enjoy bjj as a child and wrestled most of my childhood so I’d just do a quick pop behind and choke dudes out then leave.

Then one time I got sucker punched at a bar did my normal take down move and some of this guys friends started head stomping me as I choked out their friend.

Needless to say I don’t fight anymore. I’m a giant pussy.
 
I was at a banking conference in San Diego this week.

Saw a vendor from one of the companies getting into a street brawl in the Gaslamp Dist at 12:30 in the morning. Saw him the next day at his booth acting like nothing happened. Weird shit...
Probably one of those dudes that rarely drinks or he's the guy that once he has 5 beers he turns into "gotta fight" guy. Some people like to laugh and get more drunk, some like to hit on skanks, and then some turn their buzz into anger. The dudes in the latter grouping are ones you don't want to hang out with. Too much drama and they ruin evenings.
 
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