Dave and Heather's Blog

I'm really not a fighter. Granted if I was in a fight I would go right for the sore spot.

I'm also one that typically doesn't care for watching fights on a regular basis but there's something odd about witnessing it in unplanned events that gets every guy all roiled up. It's like there's a part of every guy, a basic instinct if you will, that secretly has this fascination with confrontation that leads to a brawl. Hockey for instance bears little to no real interest to me but when a brawl breaks out, all the sudden it seems somewhat interesting. Boxing I have little interest in either because it's planned. UFC champions (the recent "thing") is a little interesting and I do find myself watching it on Thursdays at times with Sean but even that is planned. Sometimes the battles are neat but the long drawn out ones when one guy pins another guy in all kind of...ahem..inappropriate positions for minutes at a time certaintly don't make it appealing, for me at least.

I'd like to think I'd know how to handle myself in a real fight; it's been years since I've been in one. Typically I'm one to avoid them when all possible unless I have no other choice.