Lol, yup. And he woulda challenged the reporter to a fight out behind the school
Reminds me of the time behind the 6th grade gym..
I was the wimp.. and I had decided I would take NO more..
was arranged..
my opponent was the son of a Pastor.
I was tired of being picked on..
I popped him straight in the mouth, had blood pouring between my knuckles (BTW, it was during a cheerleader pep-rally for the next game..).. (and I still have the scar to this day)
I remember I left a blood trail from the back of the gym, through the gym, to the office, and asked for a bandage.
The coach was a queer, and covered it up since he didn’t know how to cover it up.
I still have a scar from that incidence from 40+ years ago.
I will forgive the idiot that challenged me, but I have no problem about the coach falling into Satan’s pit.