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I don't recall it personally, but apparently, when I was just got into elementary school, 3 kids cornered me in a classroom, intent on fighting. When the teachers found us, they were all crying on the floor, and I was standing over them, wielding a chair.
Been in a proper fistfight? Never. More likely to break your hand hitting someone in the jaw. I was in a few scraps when I was younger, but that kinda dies off when you get older. Fighting becomes even less acceptable and, after you get blamed for winning a few times, both you and your sparing partner kind of end up telling the principal, "we don't know who started it". It's a very early, practical lesson in The Prisoner's Dilemma; you both get in trouble, but less trouble than if you rat out your opponent, and furthermore, less chance the kid wants to get revenge the next time you're back on the playground.
Fistfights are dumb and dangerous, generally speaking. For a brief period of time, everyone involved is trying to do everything possible to win, and win fast. You don't want the other guy dead, but you don't want him to get back up. People talk about what you should and shouldn't do in a fistfight, how you should handle it, what goes too far, but the thing is, in the heat of the moment, unless you have training or you're just a kid and it ain't really shit (there is still the possibility of injury and even death), it's really difficult to define that line.
But that shit was pretty rare by high school. I never really had "jock" problems. One of the highschools I went to was the most drugged-out school in the district, so nobody gave a fuck about sports-related posturing, and the other one didn't have a sports team.
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