1) Par for the course for the Dallas Cowboys. I want to be surprised, but yeah.....................
2) What happened to just throwing fists and walking away from it? I remember in high school we would get in fights, and a lot of the times, you would become friends with them later in the year. One of my good friends, to this day, started off on the wrong foot in school. So this dood got his ego hurt so bad in the fight that he had to go do a drive-by on the guy? Pathetic. Enjoy prison.
*I'm referring to whoever pulled the trigger. Whether it was Joseph or not.
We used to fight and return to being friends the next day.
A fat guy named Keith challenged me to a fight after school because I slapped him on the head (along with a bunch of other guys). It was all in fun (think Three Stooges slapstick), but he singled me out because I was the smallest.
We were going to fight when we got home, but the bus arrived late, so Keith wanted to get it on outside school as we waited for the bus.
I don't know what happened next, but I always had a knack for flipping people (In several fights, I would judo flip people. Don't ask me where I got that from because I didn't do karate then). My mind went blank and next thing I know, Keith is on his hands and knees spitting because he thinks his lip is busted, and I'm standing over him puzzled (Should I hit him?).
The cards he had in his front shirt pocket are strewn all over the street (we gambled on the bus ride back to our neighborhood). Keith said we're going to finish when we get home. But when his stop came, he got off the bus. And that was that. Since my stop was last, if a person wanted to fight you, either you got off at his stop or he'd get off at your stop. I really didn't want to fight Keith so I didn't get off at his stop. He, obviously, didn't want to fight me anymore because he didn't stay on the bus to get off at my stop.
The next day, word circulated I beat Keith. The girl I had just broken up with look at me with admiration. And Keith said I beat him fair and square.
Even at our 20th class reunion, he still talked about how I beat him.
