They basically lined up and took a number ('here - let me have a go at him!') and when the police arrived the poor guy crawled over and begged them to arrest him . . . .
LOL!! Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time!
I have some Scots-Irish in my background. My maternal grandfather was Italian, and my maternal grandmother was Irish. Not completely sure of the ethnicity of my paternal grandparents, though I know there is some Indian there; some family members say Cherokee. They were hardscrabble Mississippi folks, though, so I'm guessing they were part Scots-Irish, as were many who lived back in the woods.
I've always had an affinity for Celtic music; maybe that 'splains it!
My karate sensei's wife was a 100-lb slip of a woman, but a third degree black belt. A man twice her size once attacked her as she was putting groceries in her car-- she fractured his windpipe and hyperextended his knee. He was hospitalized for weeks and crippled for life. Yay! Too bad she didn't kill him, but it's the next best thing.
-ccm