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I'm getting too old for this shit. My left arm is still a tad sore from last night.
There was a minor guido brawl near the Cont's parking lot around 3:30ish. Typical Utopia and/or Chippewa strip jackasses showing their lack of intelligence so didn't think much of it. That is until I saw the redshirt take a beerbottle and smash it down onto the asshole who was being ganged on.
The fucktard was caught in the moment and didn't realize that a cruiser had JUST pulled up as he brought the bottle down. Immediately the bubbles started flashing and the dipshit looked up in fear and started to make a dash for it ... right towards me.
I still don't know why I did it. Maybe it was a sense of duty. Maybe it was just moral outrage at the cowardice of the redshirt. Maybe it was because now we'd have to sweep up the broken glass before any of us could leave the lot. Most likely it was because I was in a foul mood and generally do not like fratboy types.
As he came up to me ... I hipchecked him with FULL FORCE into the wall. Then sat on him for the few seconds it took until the cop caught up with him and got out the handcuffs. Not like I really needed to sit on him. The lil fuck was a tad stunned and winded. He didn't even attempt to move until the cuffs were on him and he was dragged to his feet.
The odd thing was that FOUR officers came up to me after al the questioning was done and complimented me on the manuever. I got a bit embarressed over that. I don't know why. I always start blushing if someone compliments me on something dealing with a takedown.
There was a minor guido brawl near the Cont's parking lot around 3:30ish. Typical Utopia and/or Chippewa strip jackasses showing their lack of intelligence so didn't think much of it. That is until I saw the redshirt take a beerbottle and smash it down onto the asshole who was being ganged on.
The fucktard was caught in the moment and didn't realize that a cruiser had JUST pulled up as he brought the bottle down. Immediately the bubbles started flashing and the dipshit looked up in fear and started to make a dash for it ... right towards me.
I still don't know why I did it. Maybe it was a sense of duty. Maybe it was just moral outrage at the cowardice of the redshirt. Maybe it was because now we'd have to sweep up the broken glass before any of us could leave the lot. Most likely it was because I was in a foul mood and generally do not like fratboy types.
As he came up to me ... I hipchecked him with FULL FORCE into the wall. Then sat on him for the few seconds it took until the cop caught up with him and got out the handcuffs. Not like I really needed to sit on him. The lil fuck was a tad stunned and winded. He didn't even attempt to move until the cuffs were on him and he was dragged to his feet.
The odd thing was that FOUR officers came up to me after al the questioning was done and complimented me on the manuever. I got a bit embarressed over that. I don't know why. I always start blushing if someone compliments me on something dealing with a takedown.
